#she probably wears the same jeans and jacket everyday but it’s ok we still love her

[elizasidepiece]

basira ✨

[suwya]

Proteus’ curse.

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Summary:  Emma woke up like any other morning in her bed ... to find out that the day would not be like any other. 

This story takes place during the weeks between S4A and S4B.

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Rating: G

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Warning: gender swap

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AO3

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A/N: Apparently it's exactly eleven years of Tumblr for me. Hence a one-shot.

This is meant to be a lighthearted and funny story, or so I hope. 

All my gratitude goes to my amazing beta-reader @thisonesatellite.

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Emma woke up like every other morning in her bed, in the upper part of her parents’ loft. Henry was staying at Regina’s for a few days, so she knew she was alone in her room, that’s why she was surprised to see Hook’s hand first thing, after slightly opening her eyes. 

She tried to remember the previous evening, and she knew that they had spent more time than necessary downstairs before separating, but she was sure he had left before she went to bed. 

Had he come back, snuck into her room during the night? Well, that was a first. 

But she wouldn’t complain if he had decided to sleep behind her, with an arm enveloping her waist. 

She closed her eyes again, deciding to enjoy this little quiet moment. 

But it was strange, she couldn’t feel his body heat. 

She opened one eye again. His hand was still there, and it was definitely his hand that entered her peripheral view. With his characteristic rings, and some hair on the arm that peeked out the pajama sleeve, the same color as hers. 

Wait… not only the same color, exactly the same pajamas! 

That was even stranger. Bright pink was not something he used to wear. 

She lifted her right hand to touch his, but at the same time, he lifted his.

Emma was finally completely awake. Sitting on the bed, her back leaned against the headboard. 

She looked around, but she was alone.

She stared at her hands. 

No. Definitely not her hands. 

Those were Hook’s hands, or better, hand. Just one. The left sleeve of her pajamas ended in nothing. 

No! No! No! Emma started chanting it inside her head. This isn’t possible! 

Emma stood up and hurried towards a mirror hung on the wall on the right side of the bed. 

She gasped as soon she saw her reflection, hand and blunt wrist lifted, trying to cover her face... or better, his face!

In the mirror, there was no trace of Emma Swan, just the image of Hook wearing her pink pajamas with little bunnies on them. 

Ok, to be honest, the image was ridiculous, but she didn’t find the strength to laugh. “No! No! No!” She started to repeat, this time aloud. 

Emma went running downstairs, but she immediately realized she was home alone. She had no idea what to do, it seemed like a bad nightmare or an awful b-movie where the main characters made a wish to be in the other’s shoes. But she was completely sure she hadn’t made such a wish. Had he? 

She was pondering whether to call and ask Hook about this when the main door opened and David entered with a strange look in his eyes.

Father and daughter stared at each other for a few seconds. Emma didn’t know if she was blushing or she was going mad, but she couldn't imagine what kind of thoughts might be going through her father's head. 

What he finally said was the last thing she was expecting. “Emma?”

He didn’t ask it as if he was wondering where his daughter was, he asked it as if he wanted to be sure that the person in front of him was really Emma.

“Dad?” Was her reply. But it came out as a question. Because if she was in Hook’s body, who was talking to her? She had been living in Storybrooke for quite some time now to know that everything was possible. 

“No. Not your dad, honey. I’m your mother.” He… she… whatever… answered. 

Emma sat down on the first chair she found and sighed. “What the hell happened last night?”

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Killian woke up to the sound of an incoming message text on his phone. He turned around in the bed and before reaching for the device, he passed a hand over his face, trying to shoo away the nightly cobwebs.

What the hell? He thought, feeling only smooth skin, no trace of his stubble. He looked down at his hand, or better say, hands. Because he now had two of them. Delicate, neat, and very, very feminine.

He jumped out of the bed and went to the bathroom, noticing that he had to tie the belt of his trousers, now wide on his hips. When he looked up in the mirror, he cursed "Bloody hell!"

How is this even possible? He thought, reverently touching the blonde tendrils that covered his shoulder. In the mirror, there was one sleepy and somewhat unkempt Emma.

"Emma!" He exclaimed. Worries starting to fill his mind.

Killian went back, pacing his room at Granny's, deciding what to do, when he suddenly remembered the text message and grabbed his phone to read it.

"We need to talk." Was the short line from his love. Nothing more. 

He didn't know if she was in the same dire straits he was. But if he was inside her body, she probably wouldn’t be in better shape.

A knock on the door distracted him from his thoughts.

When he opened, the vision in front of him left him speechless.

"It's me. Emma." She felt the need to specify. "May I enter?" But she didn't wait for his reply and stepped in, closing the door behind her.

Killian was still looking at her, or rather, at himself, mouth agape. 

Emma put her one hand on her waist and arched one eyebrow, waiting for any kind of reaction from him.

After what seemed an eternity Killian was only capable of asking "What the hell are you wearing?"

Emma opened some buttons of her shirt, revealing the pink pajamas with bunnies under it. "Do you think walking here in my pajamas would have been better?" 

Killian shook his head.

"And thank God I always wear pajamas two sizes too big, because otherwise, I have no idea in which state of undress I would have woken up this morning!"

"I'm glad you just put some clothes over it." Was his reply. "I suppose those are your father's, aren't they?" He stated, indicating the large plaid shirt and the jeans she was wearing.

She nodded. "And, by the way, I brought you some clothes of mine, so you can change". She left a bag at the end of the bed.

Killian was wearing the same outfit he had worn the previous day. When he had come home at night, he had collapsed on the bed without taking anything off, apart from his black leather jacket and boots. “I do not intend to change.”

“Why not? You can't go out like this.” Emma pointed to the belt he was wearing, cinched tightly, and the way his clothes fell oversized on her thin body. 

He shrugged. "I'm not going to undress until we are back to our own bodies."

Emma arched one eyebrow again. She was getting used to doing this gesture she had so often seen on his face. "Are you telling me that you're not going to have a shower until we solve this problem?"

"Are you?" Was his reply with a shocked expression on his, well, her face.

"I haven't thought about it, but I suppose I'll do it, sooner or later. Or do you prefer me to carry your smelling body around the town?"

"Emma, love" he started, struggling to find the best way of expressing what he wanted to say. "We're making progress in our relationship. That's a fact. But we haven't taken the next step, yet." He stressed the last “t” and made a pause letting his words soak in her. "Are you sure you want me to look at your fully naked body for the first time while you're not in possession of it?" 

Emma could feel how the upper point of her, ahem… his ears became hotter. "Oh!" She was only able to say.

"Exactly my point. Oh! So no. I do not intend to bathe while I'm not back to be myself. My entire self!" 

And then he scrunched her face in disgust.

"What is it?" She asked, touching her, his cheeks, "Do I have something on your face?"

He shook his head. "No worries. I just realized I don't like the way I blush."

“All right.” She sighed. “Let's get to business. David and Mary Margaret are waiting for us at the station.” After a short pause, she added, “And before you ask, yes, they have swapped their bodies as well.”

“This is going to be weird.” It was his time to sigh.

“Weird is the understatement of the year!” Emma exclaimed. “David ...no wait, Mary Margaret told me that not everyone in this town has been affected by this… thing. She has already met Leroy and Granny this morning and they seem to be their usual selves.”

“So why us?” Killian asked.

“My mother has a theory, she texted me a few minutes ago that she would like to talk with us in person about it, both of us.”

“All right, love, lead the way.” He gestured toward the room door.

But before leaving, Emma asked Killian to help her put on his hook because doing everyday actions one-handed was nothing easy. He had his doubts, worried that she would hurt herself or someone else unintentionally, but in the end, he gave in. "Be careful, it's sharp."

And he had to lace her hair in a ponytail with a rubber band she had given to him, because "If you don't want to wash, at least comb my hair, I don't want to become a Rastafarian". He had no idea what that was, but Emma's already categorical orders sounded even more threatening coming out of his lips.

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When Emma and Killian entered the station, David, in the body of Mary Margaret, was already there waiting for them. He was wearing a soft pink sweater, very typical of his wife, and he was scratching his neck. "I don't know how Snow can live inside this!" 

Killian suppressed a laugh "Was it indispensable for you to put on her clothes?"

"My wife thought that we should attract the least attention possible, given that this curse, or whatever it is, hasn't affected all the people of Storybrooke."

"Where's mom?" Emma asked.

"She said something about a matter at school, but she'll be here soon."

"I can use this time to relieve myself," Emma said.

"No!" Killian and David shouted simultaneously.

"Are you kidding me?" She was stunned.

They both shook their heads. "You'll have to wait." 

"Come on girls, I'm going to explode!" As soon as the words came out of Emma's mouth, she realized her mistake, which was received by a scowl from the men. "Guys." She corrected herself. "Sorry, out of habit. But I really, really need to."

"Fine!" Killian exhaled. "I'll help."

"What do you mean, help?" David was annoyed.

"It's my bloody body." The other man cut short.

A couple of minutes after, Killian was standing next to Emma in the small toilet of the station. 

She had a scarf tied around her eyes so that she couldn't see anything. "Is this really necessary?" She asked arms stretched before her to not hit anything.

"Aye, love, it is."

Killian positioned her in the right spot and she felt how the zipper of the jeans opened up. 

She couldn't see, but her other senses were quite alive. When Killian took out her, or better said, his member, she jolted. "Whoa!" 

"Everything alright?" Killian worried.

"Yeah, sorry, it's just... Is this what you feel when someone is touching you?" She inquired.

He seemed to ponder over it. "I'm not sure what you're feeling right now, but I suppose yes."

When Emma finished and was fully dressed again, Killian took the scarf from her eyes. 

"Don't you have to...?" She asked, pointing towards the toilet seat.

He shook his head. "When you live on the ocean for so many years, you learn how to hold it. Facilities are not the strongest point of a ship."

"You may know how to repress it, but I know my body and believe me, you won't resist as much as you think." 

He swallowed hard. "Let's go back to our duties."

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When Emma and Killian went back to the main room of the station, Mary Margaret was already there as well. 

She told them that a girl had locked herself into a class room and had no intention of coming out. 

Snow had had to go check it out as sheriff, but as soon as she’d arrived she’d recognized the girl's voice as that of one of her ex-students. 

A classmate had told her that the girl in question had come to school that morning crying and saying that she had done something horrible.

Mary Margaret knew the girl’s background, she came from a good family, and her parents were True Love, which made it likely that this girl was showing the first signs of magic.

“It could have been her, unintentionally causing all this trouble.” She explained. “And giving that she is the product of True Love, well, I thought that’s why this sort of curse doesn’t affect all the people.”

“I don’t follow you.” Was Emma’s statement.

“I mean that, maybe, it affects only True Love couples.” Mary Margaret stated.

At that, there were various looks exchanged between the four of them. But it wasn’t the time or place to discuss it. 

Snow went on. “David, she won’t talk to me, because she doesn't recognize me. But I’m sure that if you could go to school and try to make her reason, we could probably find out what she did.”

“Me?” He asked bewildered.

“Yes, you. Because to the rest of the world, you are me!” And she crossed her arms indicating that the matter was closed.

David muttered something like “What would I say to her?” and “Why is it always up to me?” But in the end, he surrendered to his wife’s desire. With the condition that Killian would go with him, in his role of Sheriff Swan. 

In the meantime Emma and Mary Margaret would go to talk to Regina, to find out if there was a possible magical cure to this curse, or whatever it was.

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Regina opened her front door to see a very puzzled David Nolan, who was more interested in finding out if anyone was following him, and an unusual Killian Jones, who was wearing an outfit more typical of the man next to him. The mayor raised one eyebrow in question, looking at the couple in front of her. “Sheriff, Captain, what can I do for you?”

“Ah… we hope you could help us with a delicate issue.” The blond man said. 

She left the door wide open for the others to come inside. “I see that being part of the Charming family is affecting you more than it should, pirate.” She was looking down at Killian.

“We’re not who you think we are.” Was his short reply.

Regina froze. “And exactly who are you?” She knew that glamor spells were never a good thing. 

“Emma”. “Mary Margaret.” They answered in unison.

Regina relaxed a bit. “Well, this is…” She started. 

But she was immediately interrupted by Emma “Weird.”

“Awkward”. Mary Margaret added.

“I was going to say: amusing.” 

“Believe me, Regina, there’s nothing funny about this.” Emma snorted. “And by the way, why aren’t you in Robin’s body?” She asked.

Regina crossed her arms and lifted one eyebrow. “Should I?” 

“Yes. Or at least we thought you…” But Emma didn’t finish the sentence.

“I supposed that this curse, or whatever this is, is affecting only True Love couples. But maybe I’m wrong.” Mary Margaret explained.

The mayor seemed to ponder that possibility. “You could be right.” She conceded. “Assuming that the Savior and the Captain are True Love.” 

Emma didn’t let her go down that path. “But that doesn't explain why you are still…you!”

“Because magic only applies to Storybrooke boundaries, and as we all know, Robin is now out of town.” Regina clarified matter-of-factly. “That’s why his, I mean, her" she added pointing towards Mary Margaret "theory could be correct.”

Emma was not at all liking the turn that dialogue was taking, and went straight to the point. “Can you undo it?” 

“I could. If I knew who made this curse and how. You should know that all magic has its counterspell, but we need to be sure about how it was created.” It sounded more like a reproach than an explanation. “And by the way, have you tried by kissing your guyliner boyfriend?” 

“Regina!” Emma hissed.

“Alright, alright.” The mayor complied. “Let me know if you find out who did this. And I will work on a possible antidote.” 

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Meanwhile, the two men had almost reached the school grounds when Killian grabbed David’s arm to stop him. “There is no need to raise suspicions, we should behave like the people we seem to be.” 

“What do you mean?” David wasn’t following his companion’s thoughts.

“Your wife doesn’t walk like that,” Killian stated.

“What?” 

“It’s more like a fashion show than a march to war.” The other explained.

“I don’t know if I’m more upset by the fact that you noticed how my wife walks, or because you know what a fashion show is.” 

“What can I say, I’m a man of many surprises.” Killian winked smugly.

“I’m not going to punch you in the face, just because your current face is my daughter’s.” David started his stroll towards the school, even more at the full march.

“I never thought this situation could have some perks.” Killian chortled. 

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As it turned out, Mary Margaret was right. The girl was scared when Killian and David entered the room where she was hiding, but as soon as she recognized her ex-teacher she burst into tears. 

She told them that the day before she had argued with her boyfriend, but her parents didn't seem to care about it, confident that sooner or later the young lovebirds would resolve it. She added that it was very difficult to be the daughter of a perfect married couple; it seemed that everyone expected her life to be the same. 

That was why she had so badly wished that all True Love couples could go through some kind of misunderstanding so that her parents could see her point of view.

But, of course, the next morning, realizing the harm her wish had caused her parents had made her regret it, and now she had no idea how to fix the situation.

David tried to reassure the girl, telling her that they would soon find a cure to fix everything.

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And that was exactly what Regina did. Fixed it. In no time she produced the antidote for the Proteus’ curse. That was the name of this curious magic that swapped True Love’s bodies. The mayor gave to all the couples affected some little bottles that they had to drink to reverse the curse.

Killian and Emma were standing in his hotel room at Granny’s. Facing each other. Two vials on the table next to them. 

“So,” she said, “this is it. Back to our original selves.”

“Aye, that’s the idea. Are we sure Regina didn’t put anything strange into these liquids? I wouldn’t like to wake up tomorrow with a dragon face or similar.” 

“I think we can trust her.” But she didn’t move to reach for the bottles. 

He saw her hesitation. “What is it, love?”

“I was thinking about something you said this morning.” 

She was clearly uncomfortable, so he tried to lighten the moment. “You shall have to be more specific, I said many things.”

“I’m glad you chose to not take a shower. Not until we’re back to normal.” 

“No need to thank me.” He lifted a hand to caress her cheek, but it was strange for him to notice his stubble under the fingertips. 

“Yeah, well…” 

She was still hesitant, he could sense it. “Is there anything else you would like to tell me? Or shall we proceed to…” He said, indicating the vials. 

She looked at him hesitantly and he nodded, to let her know that she could tell him anything, whatever it was that was worrying her.

“Uh… given that we haven’t taken that next step already in our relationship… you know… we could try things.” 

This attracted his curiosity. “Define things.”

“I was thinking… what if we take advantage of this situation to get to know each other better. I mean… we could for example take that bath together.”

Killian was starting to understand what she was trying to say, but he wasn’t sure to be on the same track. “Even though I do find myself devilishly handsome, I’d rather be you, all of you, on the other end of my attentions.” 

She laughed, releasing some of the tension. “But we have this opportunity to feel what the other would feel when we touch each other, isn’t it interesting? And I'm glad I'm not the one who has to get on tiptoe to be able to kiss you.” She grinned. “So, what do you say?”

She was being serious, she really wanted to try it. But what did he want? He stared at her for a few beats of their hearts. Then he shook his head. “No.”

“No?” She was surprised.

“No.” He repeated. “As much as it does sound intriguing and tantalizing, I still prefer our first time to be the way it should be. And believe me, Emma, when we decide to take that step, we will know what the other one is feeling, maybe not in the most literal meaning of the word, but we will know it. And it will be perfect. Just as I want it to be.” 

A million thoughts seemed to cross her mind, but in the end, she understood his point of view and smiled at him. “Ok.” She went closer and tilted her head until she could feel his lips on hers... or vice versa. The kiss was short but still intimate. 

“And by the way, I do not like to be the one who has to get on tiptoe to be able to kiss you,” Killian muttered.

She burst out laughing.

[justanotherwriter-fangirl]

Confessions (C. R.)

Words: 2,389 words

Warnings: Not that I can think of

Request:  Hey there! I noticed that you write for connor rhodes? I loved the latest story you posted, so i was wondering if you could write him confessing his feelings? Maybe the reader is another doctor or something, it's up to You, i know I'll love it regardless. Keep the good work💞 already loving your blog as it is.

A/N: Hi!!! I'm so sorry for taking so long to the anon who made this request :( but it's finally here!! I hope you like it and it's what you expected it 😅 As you can see I got a little bit carried away, hope you enjoy it!!!

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Thanks for reading

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Monday morning and the emergency room was already madness. A huge accident, a collapsed office building, was the cause of the rush in the ED having every doctor in the hospital working extra hard to attend the wounded.

You could hear Maggie and Mrs. Goodwin yelling orders outside Trauma 2 where you were examining a teen, probably an intern.

He was awake and responsive but you knew better so just to make sure he was really okay you ordered some X-rays and a CT Scan.

Leaving the room to treat someone else while the results came back, you quickly stepped out of the way of a gurney that almost ran over you, Connor and a bunch of nurses behind it heading to Trauma 1 to attend a woman not much older than you who didn't look good.

Behind them all there was a young man trying to catch up with them so you stepped on his way to stop him.

"Hi, sir. I'm Dr. (Y/L/N), are you okay? How can I help you?" you said as you raised your hands to calm him a little bit.

"How is she? Where are you taking her? Will she be okay?" he quickly asked, his full attention on the woman who was now disappearing behind some glass doors.

"Sir, I need you to look at me, please" you mentioned firmly, once his eyes settled on yours you added "Right now Dr. Rhodes is going to diagnose her to learn the severity of her injuries and treat her, but if you are not wounded you need to be on the waiting room, we have a lot of patients to treat and barely enough space considering the situation so please, wait outside and I promise you that as soon as I hear something about her I'll go out myself to keep you posted"

"You promise?"

"I do, I promise" you said escorting him to the waiting room "But let me tell you, your girlfriend is in really good hands, Dr. Rhodes is the best cardiothoracic surgeon we have on the hospital"

"Yeah, okay, thank you doctor" he finished barely listening to you and sitting on a chair, worried because needing a cardiothoracic surgeon couldn't be good, didn't it?

Once he was out of your way you passed to your next patient, a passerby who luckily only needed some stitches.

Your whole day went by in a blur, being pulled from one patient to another with barely time to breath in between.

Nevertheless, you had made a promise earlier so when you managed to get 5 free minutes you went straight to Maggie at the nurse station.

"Hey, Maggie. Have a minute?"

"Ummm... yeah, real quick. What do you need?"

"I just want to know about the status of a patient, Connor was the main doctor. Brunette woman, not much older than me, her face was bruised and she had a nasty cut on her leg, she was sent to Trauma 1"

"Oh, yeah she went almost immediately to surgery, she was in really bad shape, internal bleeding"

"Okay, thank you. Please let me know when they came out, her boyfriend is in the waiting room"

As you glanced at the waiting room, you could still see him on the same chair you left him, his leg bouncing up and down, probably scared that you wouldn't find him if he moved.

Getting closer to him you felt bad because her girl was really bad and he was so worried and you couldn't do anything about it.

"Sir?" You said when you were standing next to him.

"Dr. (Y/L/N)" he quickly stood up "You can call me Danny"

"Danny, I have news. I just talk with the charge nurse and she told me that..."

"Amy"

"Amy, yeah, she's on surgery, she was suffering of serious internal bleeding but she was immediately treated. Right now I don't have anything else for you but I'll let you know when she gets out so you can go see her."

“Yeah, thanks doctor”

A couple hours later you were making some coffee on the break room when you heard the door being open, Connor walking in.

"Hey, out of surgery already?" You said remembering Danny and his very worried state, while handing him a cup of coffee. It really looked like he needed it.

"Thanks (Y/N). Yeah, it was difficult but we made it, we manage to control all the bleeding, we had to remove her spleen though" he informed you taking a seat on the couch.

"So she's stable?"

"For now, she will be sedated for a while too but everything seems fine"

"It's so good to hear it Connor, I met her boyfriend. He's worried sick and I promised I'd let him know when she got out of surgery" you said heading towards the door.

"Wait..." he said quickly standing up and grabbing your hand to stop you, your heart starting to beat a little faster "I'll let him know, it's my job and you probably are tired, stay here and rest a bit"

Looking up to see him in the eyes, you realized how close you two were. You had always had a thing for Connor, him being the first person who welcomed you into the hospital when you first got here.

Since then he became a really good friend, problem was that you didn't want him just to be your friend. He was sweet and funny and handsome and so smart, it wasn't really a surprise when you figured you had feelings for him.

Unfortunately, you couldn't do anything about it, you didn't want to ruin your friendship. It was just too special.

“Sure?” 

“Sure, you have nothing to worry about” he said slowly letting your hand go.

“Ok, thanks. His name is Danny, black shirt, jeans and a red jacket”

“Got it, now go back and enjoy your coffee, you deserve some rest”

In his way to the wait room he couldn’t stop thinking about how your hand felt in his, if he had to be really honest, every time you’d step into the room his eyes immediately would fell over you, you were like a magnet and he could barely focus on anything else.

Since the first time you took a step on the ED he felt attracted to you but with the pass of time he started to get to know you and his feelings eventually grew. It actually made him feel kinda helpless, having feelings for you but unable to let you know in case you wouldn’t feel the same, it hurt him a little bit more each day.

You were so sweet, always caring for the patients, even if they weren’t directly under your care, you were so full of life and happy most of the times, babies loved you and you were one of the best doctors he had ever met, so intelligent and beautiful yet somehow unaware of the effect you had in others.

He immediately spotted Danny, impossible to miss the red jacket he was wearing and stood right in front of him.

“Danny? You’re Amy’s boyfriend? Dr. (Y/L/N) send me, I’m Dr. Rhodes”

“Well, she’s technically not my girlfriend, not yet at least, soon I hope but yes, I’m here with her”

He raised an eyebrow, a little bit amused with his rambling

“Not yet? Dr. (Y/L/N) says otherwise”

“She never gave me the chance to correct her” he said sheepishly scratching the back of his neck “but as soon as you tell me Amy is okay I’m ready to tell her. I never wanted to scare her away or lose her friendship but I almost lost her today, for good, and I realized I’m not ready to let her go without her knowing how I really feel, without her knowing that I love her and I want to spend the rest of my days with her if she lets me. Even if she says no at least she'll know the truth and I'll feel so much better, lighter than carrying my secret for life. If she knows I might have a chance with her, she might say yes, but if she doesn't it's already impossible. Sometimes life’s too short, don’t you think. Dr. Rhodes?”

"I guess you're right Danny, I'm glad you're ready because things are looking good. We manage to stop her internal bleeding and she's now unconscious due to the anesthesia but you can go see her now."

"Really? Oh my God, doctor, thank you so much"

"Good luck" he said before telling him her room and walk away. 

Throughout the rest of the week he couldn't take Danny's words out of his head, he knew he was right. If he wanted a chance to be with you, because he was sure he wanted just that, to call you his, he had to come clean, tell you how he felt and wait for the best before it was too late. 

It was friday night already, his shift almost ending and he was trying to gather all his confidence to ask you out tonight. He promised himself he would do it before the night ended but it was really hard to find the right words and the right moment, you were always hurrying around from one patient to another, barely having a free couple minutes to talk. He didn't want to rush it, he wanted to tell you everything and the fact that he could see Danny everyday coming to the hospital with flowers wasn't helping at all, it was just a constantly reminder of how he was unable to let you know about his feelings. 

Letting a sigh escape his lips he leaned against the nurse bay, he wasn't ready to give up, his mind already made up, but you weren't doing it easy. 

Just as he was about to call it night, the clock marking already 10 pm, he saw entering the break room. This was his chance. 

Sneaking in behind you he closed the door and locked it, he didn't want any interruptions. 

"(Y/N), I need to talk to you for a minute" he firmly stated. 

"Oh, hey Connor. Sure, tell me" you said grabbing a mug to pour some coffee on it, not really paying much attention to his nervous state. 

"It's important so please let me finish first and then you can say whatever you want to say" he said grabbing your shoulder to make you turn around. standing directly in front of you for the first time you realized how on edge he was. 

"Okay… yeah, of course. You know you can tell me anything, Connor. I'm here for you, no matter what"

"I hope you really mean that" he mumbled letting a nervous laugh out. "Okay so, I've been wanted to tell you this for a while and it might be a little shocking but recently someone made me realize that life's short and we need to take action in order to make things happen and I'm ready to tell you this because I don't want to live any longer without you knowing the truth. This could go either one of two ways and I hope this ends the good way, I really do but anyway I can't keep it a secret anymore.” he let out a sigh before grabbing your hands, his eyes bearing into your soul. “(Y/N), this might come as a surprise but I really like you, I’ve liked you for a long time and I’d like to go out with you, as more than a friend. Being completely honest with you, I’m quite sure I feel so much more than just that but I really don’t want to scare you off, it’s just that you are such a beautiful human being and you make me so happy, even if you are not with me the mere thought of you makes me smile. So, what do you say? Would you go out with me? On a date?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, was he really asking you out? 

“Why?” was the first thing that left your mouth

“Why? Why do I want to date you? (Y/N), did you listen all I just said?”

“Yes, I did but this seems to good to be truth, why would you want to date me? There are so many doctors and nurses and even patients who would love to go out with you, doctors and nurses and patients way more beautiful and successful and smarter than me”

“I don’t care about others, I only want to date you, call you mine. I wish you could see yourself the way I do because you are such an amazing person, you are beautiful and sweet and way more intelligent than anyone here, you are independent and strong and you don’t take no for an answer, you do all you can and more for your patients and you always try your best to let them leave with their families safe and sound. You are all I could ever ask for, the woman of my dreams and even then I’m pretty sure I don’t deserve you, so it’s all your decision now”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I would love to go out with you Connor, that’s the nicest someone have ever told me and I’m just so lucky that the guy I really like was the one who said it”

“Wait, what?”

“I like you too, Connor, like a lot and this just feels like out of one of my dreams”

“It’s not a dream” he whispered grabbing your chin with his right hand, his eyes silently asking for permission and only after you nodded slightly he leaned down to press his lips against yours, a sweet and slow kiss confirming it, this was not a dream, this was real and it was a hundred times better.

As you separated to look at each other you heard Will celebrating and shouting from the outside breaking your little bubble.

“Yes! Hey guys, they finally did it. Nat, I told you they wouldn’t last any longer, you owe me 20 bucks” he said walking away, making you both laugh, of course there was no privacy in this hospital.

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They woke up with limbs tangled up with each other. Cardan woke up first, and he was very, very confused at what he was seeing. He saw a peaceful Jude sleeping basically on top of him and he has no memory of how they ended up this way. 

He gently nudged Jude, saying, “Jude, what happened?”

Jude looks up and sees him and untangles herself from him. She looks very startled. 

Cardan gently asked, trying not to make her mad, “Do you have any memory of last night? Because I don’t even know how my party ended.”

Jude was speechless. She just ended up shaking her head, and put a hand to her forehead after realizing that her head hurt. 

“Does your head hurt just as bad as mine does, Jude?”

“Yeah, probably.” Jude said in a groggy voice. 

Cardan leaned to grab the Tylenol he has in his bedside drawer. While he starts to grab, he realizes that he has absolutely no clothes on, which makes him quite nervous. 

“Uhm, Jude, I have no clothes on.”

Jude looks at herself and back at him, startled, “I don’t either. Did we, you know?”

“ I don’t know. I don’t remember nothing. I don’t even think I drank that much last night, but I still can’t remember. Are you, umm, sore?”

Jude thought about it and said, “No not really. I think we kissed because your lips are red and swollen. I’m sure mine are too, or at least they feel like it.” Jude told a half truth. His lips were red and swollen, but Jude lied about not being sore. She was quite tender, but she didn’t want to admit it. She was nervous because if they did go all the way, did they use protection?? Jude doesn’t take birth control because she has no use for it. 

Cardan kind of looks a little more relieved. “Ok, I’m going to get up real quick and put clothes on and I would appreciate it if you would close your eyes.”

“Oh yeah, of course Cardan, I will.” Jude closes her eyes and Cardan changes and gets Jude clothes and puts them on the edge of the bed for her to change. Cardan does the same and closes his eyes so Jude would be more comfortable. 

After they have clothes on, they are really awkward. They are friends- well attempting to be- but they don’t know each other very well.

 Cardan is the first to speak up, “Well do you want to go get something to eat for breakfast with me? If you would rather just go back to your dorm, I understand. It’s been a weird morning.” He says with an embarrassed grin on his face. 

“Sure, I’ll go eat with you if you don’t mind. We have to get to know each other anyways.” Jude said with the same embarrassed grin. 

Cardan nods his head and walks out to his gorgeous mustang. He, again, opens the door for her and Jude gives a small “thank you” as she gets in. Jude realizes at that moment that she is wearing her party clothes. She was uncomfortable in them so when Cardan comes into the driver side of the car she says,”Umm, Cardan, would you mind stopping by my dormitory? I would like to change into something more comfortable. It will only take like five minutes.” 

Cardan nods his head and says, “Yeah I don’t mind.” He stops by the Insmire dormitory and Jude gets out. No longer than five minutes, Jude comes out with her blue jeans and crop top on. It looks like she brushed her hair too. Cardan was surprised she actually meant five minutes. He thought he would be waiting much longer for her to get ready.

When she joined him in the car, he asked, “Where would you like to go?” 

Jude was not picky so she said, “Wherever you like is fine with me.” 

“Are you sure? You can pick if you want. You are The Queen of the car today.” 

Jude face had a light blush from his last words so she looked away from him and said, “I’m in the mood for some waffles so any place with waffles is fine with me.” 

“Ok, I know where to go then.”

They were driving down the road and Jude couldn’t help but think of what he said. That she was The Queen of the car. So she had to ask, “So if I’m The Queen of the car today, does that make you The King of the car today also?”

He replied with the biggest grin on his face, “Oh honey, I’m the High King of this car everyday.”

Jude couldn’t help but blush at the words. She didn’t know what to say so she just snorted and giggled and Cardan giggled along with her. 

They arrived about 10 minutes later to a place called Severin’s breakfast nook. They got out of the car and went in and sat at a table. It was a small, cute little place with only a few people there. 

Cardan was the first to speak up because for some reason Jude was becoming super shy around him, “So tell me about you.”

“Umm, like what?” Jude asked hesitantly.

“What do you like to do for fun?”

“Well, I actually love fencing. My father, for all means and purposes, had us do classes since he adopted me and Taryn. Taryn hated it so she dropped out as soon as Madoc would let her, but I grew to like it a lot. It helps take my mind off of things. I actually have a fencing tournament coming up. If you're interested in coming” at that Cardan nodded and Jude continued, “Now, what do you like to do for fun?”

Cardan put a wicked grin on his face, “I like to sit down and look pretty.” Jude just rolls her eyes while he chuckles. 

He continues, “But, no really, I like to just hang out with people. Drink wine. Lots of wine.” 

Jude just nods her head as a waiter comes to get their order. 

After the waiter goes away, Jude asks, “So why did you come to college? Are you not going to help with her father's multimillion dollar business?” 

“I really don’t enjoy working with my father, but that is for another time to tell, I came to college to get pretty girls to forgive me.” Cardan said his last statement in the most serious tone he has talked to me like ever. 

Jude blushed. Was he being serious? Jude didn’t know so she just retorted, “Sure.” With an eye roll added onto it. 

Cardan just shrugged and said, “Well I can’t make you believe me.” 

“Well, Cardan, earning my trust to believe you will not be easy.”

With a small wry grin he said, “I can tell. But I’m going to earn it.”

“And how can you be so sure?” Jude said with a questioning look. 

“Because I’m irresistible.” 

Jude gave him a hum in which he gave a low chuckle.  

The waiter came with their food which Jude was internally grateful for. The conversation was going a bit awkward. 

They were eating in silence until Cardan asked, “Tell me about your family. How are they?” Jude dropped her gaze and was just silent for a couple of seconds until Cardan noticed that that was not a good question to ask. “You don’t have to answer that. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking,” he said while touching her free hand with his to get her attention. Cardan knows that her biological parents died. Everybody does. But for a moment, Cardan forgot. 

Jude responded quickly, “No no, it’s not your fault. It’s not your job to remember. It’s just quite a sore subject to talk about still.” 

Cardan nodded his head in understanding and they went back to eating in silence. Cardan really thought he messed this up. He was quite aggravated with himself. Cardan paid for their meal. Jude tried to argue about how she can pay for her own meal but Cardan said he was paying for it, and she was not changing his mind. Jude gave an exasperated sigh and was fighting a grin at the corner of her mouth. Cardan could tell which just made him smile even more. 

They got to the car, and Cardan asked, “So would you like to go see a movie or go back to your dorm?” 

Jude’s eyes went wide, “You really want to go see a movie? With me?”

“We are trying to become friends, aren’t we?”

Jude nodded as she said, “Ok, I would love to see a movie with you, Cardan Greenbriar. Just as friends.”

With a wicked smile plastered on his face, “Friends. That has a nice ring to it.” All Jude could do was smile and giggle back.

Jude didn’t mind going around and doing stuff because it helped take her mind of what could have possibly happened last night. She knew if she was alone she would sit and dwell over it.

 They went to the and watched an action movie. Which both of them loved. While they were watching the movie, Jude got really cold. Cardan seemed to notice her shivering, that she tried to hide, so he took off his jacket and put it over her shoulders. She was happy because she was freezing and now has a jacket, but she didn’t want Cardan to get cold.

She mouthed to him, “Are you sure?”

All he did was nod and he moved the middle divider between them up so he could sit closer and put his arm around her shoulders. Cardan could tell she tensed up so he looked at her with a worried look and started to take his arm back, but Jude patted his forearm to let him know that it was okay. And Jude was happy. Wrapped up in Cardan’s body heat, taking in his scent. 

After the movie was over, He took her back to her dormitory. She got out of the car, and said, “Thank you, Cardan. I hope you had as much fun as I did.”

    “Believe me, I did. Thank you for letting me take you.”

With that they exchanged smiles and went their separate ways. 

 Jude couldn’t believe the Cardan she saw today. The one who has been giving so much 

effort to change. The Cardan Greenbriar she wants to be friends with. When she got dropped off, she actually thought that she would miss him if he never did this again. 

Jude had to tell someone what happened so she called the only friend she could trust, Bomb. 

The Bomb answered, “Hello Jude, how are you?”

“Bomb, you're not going to believe what happened yesterday and today.”

She went on to tell her the full scoop of what had happened. The Bomb was speechless. “Oh my gosh, Jude that’s crazy.”

“I know. I don’t know if I should call this good or bad? It worries me that he is just setting me up to get destroyed. But in the back of my mind I want to think that he is actually doing this from his cruel, and kind of sweet heart.” 

“I don’t know either. Just don’t have your expectations high. And be careful, don’t drink again.”

“Trust me, I’m not”

What Jude didn’t tell Bomb is that she woke up naked to a naked Cardan. What she didn’t tell Bomb is she doesn’t remember if they went all the way or if they used protection if they did. What she didn’t tell Bomb is that they both woke up with swollen lips. Jude wanted to keep these facts to herself. She felt like if she didn’t admit them, then they couldn’t be true. She would push it from the back of her mind like she does everything else that hurts or confuses her. 

And what she definitely did not tell Bomb, was that she enjoyed waking up to Cardan. And she enjoyed the little bit of kissing they did that she vaguely remembers. She thoroughly enjoyed him.  

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Before The Last Grain

My first true AU ever! No Avengers at all. I hope you’ll enjoy!

Chapter 1

Time is a strange concept. It's impalpable yet heavily perceptible. It can make a moment linger forever or go by fleetly. It stretches or shrinks. It is mysterious and unfathomable.

Or so, it was.

It all changed fifteen years ago when scientists finally deciphered its secret code. At a time when divorces were skyrocketing in the world, a company came up with an algorithm capable of determining when you were to meet your significant other and encapsulated it in the modest form of a watch.

LOVE IS ONLY A TICK AWAY the slogan read on every TV commercial and banner in the streets and online.

Skepticism gave way to curiosity and hope. And as hard as it was to admit— and still is for some — the Watch had startling results. Every encounter predicted led to a successful relationship. Love blossomed everywhere and never perished. The divorce rate fell significantly across the world and the efficiency of the Watch became indisputable.

The principle is astoundingly simple. The Watch activates around the wrist of the wearer the first time it is worn and sets automatically. When the countdown reaches 0, which means you are standing in front of your soulmate, it beeps (along with theirs) then turns off completely.

Of course, a small, trivial object with such power stirs strong opinions. People began to argue over it — some asked to make it illegal and have it banned. The initiative was strongly supported by the main Churches, but not only. Over time, — after the heated debate wore off—, you could pretty much find three categories of people. The overwhelming majority — who wore the Watch and waited expectantly waited for the last tick; the minority — those who'd refused to buy or activate it altogether; and those who knew, but vehemently tried to fight against fate...at their own scale.

Now, whether people live by or abhor it, the Watch has become a trivial object omnipresent in your everyday life. Like a phone or tablet.

The many people currently bustling in the small Manhattan coffee shop are walking past, waiting in line for their orders with a Watch around their wrist. Or not. It's something you don't dwell on.

Natasha Romanoff is sipping coffee at her usual table by the window, right next to the tall plant. She looks up from the book she's reading and notices a man is staring at her from the sugar counter across the room. She dismisses it and goes on to take another sip before resuming her reading. Her cup is nearly empty when a tall, broad figure comes to stand above her.

"Excuse me," a male voice calls. She takes her eyes off of the page and looks up. It is the same man from earlier. He's holding his cup and has a notebook clutched under his arm.

His blue eyes stare into hers with an unexpected combination of boldness and bashfulness.

"I couldn't help admiring you from across the room and, as I was about to leave, I thought I had to take a chance and come and speak to you."

She raises her eyebrow. His advances certainly are flattering. And she'll admit, he is strikingly handsome. His sharp, square jaw, his full lips, and the golden hair, without mentioning his incredible athletic figure — the man has it all.

"May I?" he asks, pointing at the chair across from her.

She nods. He smiles and sits down. He puts down on the table what she realizes is a leather sketchbook, creased in the middle for often being folded with the corners worn out. He attentively watches her.

“You come here a lot?” he asks.

“Probably more than I should,” she says with a smirk. “You?”

“First time, actually. And I’m glad I did.”

The smirk tugging at his lips is compelling. Almost irresistible.

“Yeah. Their lattes sure are the best,” she chimes in. Her humor makes him smile.

They chat, mostly banter in the most natural and familiar way until he finally asks:

“Can I give you my number? See how things could develop…”

She eyes him without a word.

“They wouldn’t develop much unless you are…,” she trails off as she pulls up her sleeve, “3 months, 5 days and 37 minutes early.”

He brushes his thumb over his bottom lip with a slightly stern expression. He takes a breath in and leans back on the chair. His eyes dive into hers, unwavering.

“You didn’t come off as the type to wear the Watch,” he says. He doesn’t sound disappointed or judging. Maybe the contrary intrigued and willing to tackle that unexpected challenge.

“I like to keep people on their toes.”

“3 months, huh? That’s quite close,” he comments.

She smiles unabashedly. He nods to himself.

“I’ll admit I didn’t see this hold-up coming but I’m a good judge of character.”

“And?” she cocks an eyebrow.

He extends his forearms on the table and leans over, creating an unsettling kind of intimacy.

“You’re not the type to let an algorithm take control of your life.”

His bold statement and the quiet confidence he displays draw her in. She smiles and glances away quietly.

“Or maybe I believe in destiny.” A short, contemplative silence follows.

He quickly looks at the clock on the wall across.

“Time seems to be against us today. But I’m pretty stubborn. What’s your name?” he asks, casually.

“Natasha.”

It makes him smile. “Let’s make a deal, Natasha,” he purrs her name like hot and sweet liquor. “If we meet again, you’ll owe me a date. It’ll be my honor to ask you out again.”

“Why would I make such a deal?” she questions daringly.

“Because if we meet again we can definitely agree it was meant to be, right?”

The corner of his mouth curls up. He takes his sketchbook, folds it under his arm then gets up. As he walks away, she calls out.

“If I choose to honor this deal, I should at least know your name.”

His large shoulders spin around. He smiles triumphantly.

“Steve Rogers.”

That evening Natasha Romanoff comes home from work and smiles as she finds herself almost wishing to meet that stranger in the coffee shop again.

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2 MONTHS, 30 DAYS, 18 HOURS, 12 MINUTES AND 33 SECONDS

And indeed, they do. It happens very randomly about a week later. Natasha is chatting alongside her colleague and friend Maria Hill at a fancy but relaxed banquet party they have been invited to when she sees him, watching her from across the room. He is standing with a group of people who are laughing loudly, totally oblivious of the scene that seems to unfold in slow motion.

He is wearing an elegant black shirt with sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms with a pair of black trousers. It strikingly contrasts with his light hair and turquoise blue eyes. He is a guest, too, but he has the attention of half the females in the audience without even trying. But he doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are fixed on her with a satisfying smirk playing on his lips.

He lets the moment linger as a way to savor his victory. And oddly perhaps, she is too. Maybe she likes the thrill of this adventurous curve in the straight and steady path lying ahead of her.

She whispers a couple of words into Maria’s ear, apologizes to her company and goes out on the large terrace looking over Manhattan and its skyline. It only takes a few seconds before she hears him approach.

“Quite a lovely evening, isn’t it?” he says after standing by the guardrail.

“And full of surprises,” she finishes with a smile.

She turns to face him. “Ok, what’s your secret? How’d you know you’d find me here?”

He leans an elbow on the rail and turns towards her, too.

“I didn’t. I’m pleasantly surprised too, to be honest.”

She snorts and shakes her head, then gazes at the floodlit landscape in front of them.

“So how come you were invited? Who are you friends with?”

He points at the exuberant man giving a grandiloquent speech to his assembly.

“I’m Tony Stark’s lawyer.”

She nods to herself. “I guess that explains the whole ‘good judge of character’ talk.”

“Becoming his lawyer may not have been my brightest moment,” he jokes. “And you?”

“I’m a pianist. Stark has been funding many of my concerts across the city.”

“You must be very good at it, then. Tony doesn’t choose to be someone’s patron lightly.”  

She smiles silently. She can feel his expectant gaze upon her.

“So…Natasha, will you have dinner with me? And who knows? I might even surprise you.”

His boyish smile forces a giggle out of her. She reaches over to take the flute of champagne in his hand and takes a sip.

“Maybe you already have,” she murmurs.  

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The date was agreed on for the following Friday in a busy street in Brooklyn. She finds him standing on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets. He is wearing a dark brown leather jacket. She has put on a pair of blue high-waist jeans with a silky maroon cropped top with a jacket. Her hair is up in a bun.

He flashes a wide when he sees her coming up.

“You look stupendous,” he says. For a pair of jeans and a jacket?

“That’s…quite an enthusiastic response.”

He chuckles. “You’ll understand later.”

“So where are we going?” she asks.

“I know a local Italian around the corner. It’s been open for as far as I can remember.”

They make their way there. The interior is as modest as the outside façade. It surprises her — not a common choice for a Wall Street lawyer. He’s not trying to dazzle her and she likes it.

“Steve!” a man calls loudly in a thick Italian accent. He warmly shakes his hand and taps his shoulder then turns to greet Natasha with the same friendly enthusiasm. “Welcome to Giovanni’s, darling. I have kept the best table for you.”

They go and sit and Giovanni lights up the half-used candle.

“They serve the best lasagna. I know, I’ve tried at other places.”

Giovanni casts him the glare. Steve gulps. “Not that many.”

The wine is exquisite in an authentic type of way. There is nothing glittery or arrogant at Giovanni’s but it’s charming all the same. She can see why he’s chosen this place for their first date.

"Of course we could only meet again, and in these circumstances. This is Tony Stark's world and we all live in it," she remarks and they both laugh.

The conversation eventually shifts to the Watch.

“What’s your story? Why aren’t you wearing one?”

“Why should I?” he laughs. “Half my family is obsessed with it and I’m not sure they are any happier.”

“So your family doesn’t share your views?”

“The day my parents got theirs it struck the end of their marriage. My father was never truly involved anyways; it simply gave him an excuse to leave us. My mom’s Watch beeped eventually and she re-married. He’s a nice guy; his wife had passed many years before. They’re doing well. His son — my step-brother — who’s about my age, has patiently been waiting for his Watch to beep.”

“And what’s so wrong about it?” she asks.

He shakes his head. “Call me old-fashioned or stubborn, but I like the idea that I have chosen the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Some people need a little help, sometimes. It is scary to fall in love.”

“It’s always been. I’m not scared to have my heart broken so long as I allowed it to work.”

She eyes him from behind her glass of red wine.

“You think people don’t fall in love nowadays?”

He stares into her emerald eyes. “I think they forget to be spontaneous.”

They’re words she hasn’t heard in years and that bring back fond nostalgia.

“Spontaneous?” she trails off as she plays with the spoon of her dessert. “Show me.”

He cracks a smile.

He lays bills on the table and gets up, flaunts his leather jacket over his shoulder then stretches a hand out to her. “I was hoping you would ask.”

She looks up at him with inquisitive but beguiled eyes then glances down at his hand. She gently slips her fingers onto his palm.

A couple of minutes later, they are walking along the street. He halts and looks at her.

“Why are we stopping?” she asks.  

He smiles. “Our ride is here.”

She stares in disbelief at the big motorcycle parked behind him. She chuckles.

“You’re the first lawyer I meet who rides one of these!”

“I guess I like to keep people on their toes,” he echoes her words, earning a smirk from her, then leans over to get the helmet. He steps in front of her and gently lays it on her head. He then fastens the clip.

He teasingly pokes the tip of her nose with his finger. “It looks cute on you.”

He puts his helmet on and straddles the motorcycle. She watches with an agape mouth — what a sight!

“When you’re ready,” he says kindly.

Her heartbeat quickens. The exhilaration is slowly surging up her body. It feels like old times again. She smiles and gives an encouraging nod to herself before getting on. Her hands gently slip around his waist.

The engine roars fiercely. It sends shivers down her spine. Steve pulls back slowly then engages on the road. As they enter the freeway, his hand swiftly pulls around the handle, launching the bike forward. Her fingers grasp the fabric of his shirt. They soon get away from the bustling city and the light turns dim as they dive into the night. Steve drives fast along the deserted roads lined with trees. She slowly looks up and catches sight of the thousand stars glowing in the sky. It seems like ages since she last saw them.

The mild air sweeps across her face and she breathes in the scent of humid grass and leaves. She loosens her grip and bends backward, taking in the view, enjoying the moment. She lets out a joyful and carefree squeal whose echo dies down in the distance. He smiles from where he is sitting.

Thirty minutes, he pulls over on the side of a quiet rural road. They are both leaning on the bike, gazing at the splendorous untouched nature in front of them.

She taps her finger on the screen of her Watch.

“My father bought it for me when it came out. I’d just turned 18. He had great hopes for me which involved being in a happy marriage and having children. But I wasn’t ready for any of it. I was…,” she smiles blankly, “rebellious. Hardly contented with anything. I took his gift as a leash so I protested. Commitment meant little to me. I’d date around for the sake of proving I could. Then I met this guy, a singer, he offered me my ticket out. I went with him on a tour around Europe. It was fun, and I felt free. Alive.” She pauses and takes a deep breath in. “My father had a heart attack. He died alone and it took days before someone even realized and found him. It took even longer before I came back and claimed his body. After that, I saw why family was important. And I put the Watch on.”

She turns to look at him with watery eyes and shrugs slightly as she sniffs and forces a smile. “Never took it off once ever since.”

Steve is watching her quietly. She notices his eyes are slightly gleaming too under the moonlight. “I’m sorry,” he says.

She shakes her head. “It’s ok. It was years ago. Anyways, when I came back I settled down and resumed my studies. I started a new life and it hasn’t been an unhappy one so far.”

The corner of his mouth goes up slightly. “Has it been a happy, fulfilling one, though?”

She runs her fingers through her hair. “I don’t know. It’s been so long. But it feels safe.”  

“I get it. I really do.”

They look at each other without a word. She bites her bottom lip and shuts her eyelids. Her mind runs through a thousand thoughts, once of which is far more obsessive than the others and she can no longer pretend to ignore. Looking back at him staring at her with such candor and yearning, she feels the pull to lean in.

She makes a resolute nod and stands on her feet. She turns to face him.

“If we’re doing this,” she begins, “we can’t get attached. We’re just being spontaneous and going along with it…for the time it lasts.”

Still sitting on the bike, he looks at her with meek, but lustful, eyes. He looks down and shakes his head, snorting.

“Natasha. I like you,” he admits. “I like you. I think part of me will always want more but I can’t risk losing it all for being too greedy. We’ll go with your terms.”

She smiles. “Great,” she says and holds her hand up to make it an official shake.

He laughs softly. He swiftly puts a hand to her waist and pulls her to him, crushing his lips against hers, sealing the deal with a kiss.

2 MONTHS, 28 DAYS, 14 HOURS, 41 MINUTES AND 7 SECONDS

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A Walk in the Park

Chapter 4

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Even after your late night out, you still had trouble sleeping in. It was seven in the morning on a Saturday and you couldn’t sleep another wink. Pulling the corner of the quilt off your body, being careful not to jilt your ankle, you gingerly eased out of bed. I can always take a nap later. Your stomach grumbled alerting you that it also did not sleep in on the weekends. After fixing yourself a bowl of cereal and plopping down on your couch, you turned on your television. Saturday mornings were meant for local news and breakfast. One of your little pleasures was watching the news even if they did repeat the stories every fifteen minutes.

After breakfast, you decided to get back in bed to rest and elevate your ankle. You had a couple of texts from Victoria that you responded to. She was mostly just asking how last night was. You kept it vague but promised to call her later. Seeing that it was after ten back in Minnesota, you decided to give your sister in law Vanessa a call. Even if Caleb was no longer with you, his sister would always be your sister. Besides, Vanessa had given you your eight-year-old niece Abby who you adored and probably missed the most. Vanessa is the older sister you never had. You were an only child, so you longed to have that friend that you could share all your secrets with and know that they would always be there. When you learned that Caleb had a sister, you begged to meet her right away. Vanessa, being five years older than you and Caleb, often took on the motherly role. Not that she meant to, but she was married, had a house, had an established career, she couldn’t help herself but give out advice. You were each other’s rock when Caleb passed. She and her husband Brent made up their spare bedroom for you and you stayed with them for weeks. It was too hard to sleep in yours and Caleb’s bed. You’re still not sure how you managed to after moving back home.

After the line rang a few times, your niece Abby picked up the phone. “Aunt Y/N!” She all but screamed into the phone.

Yanking the phone slightly away from your ear in case an additional scream was coming. “Yes, Abby, it’s me. I’ve missed you oh so much. Do you miss me?”

“Everyday. When are you coming home?” She asked.

Oh, she breaks my heart.

“Not for a while yet Bug. I promise you’ll be the first to know when I do.“

A small huff is given. “Ohhhh kay.”

“Could I talk to your mom please?”

“Mommmm! Aunt Y/N is on the phone!” She yells as you once again pull the phone away from your ear.

There’s several moments of silence. It’s evident that she’s abandoned the phone on the counter.

“Hey you.” Vanessa said.

“I can’t believe you guys still have a land line and you actually answer it.” You tease.

“Why don’t you just call my cell phone like a normal person?” She answers back. It’s a game you both play every time you call.

“And miss the chance to talk to my niece, no way! She never answers your cell.”

“If she didn’t manage to drop or lose the last two iPhones I’ve had, she would be allowed to answer it.” She said with a laugh.

“Oh boy. I do miss the adventures of the O’Brien family.” You sighed to yourself mostly. “How’s Brent?”

“He’s doing really well. Busy at work mostly these days. I don’t think I told you, but he got that promotion.” You can tell she’s beaming and you honestly couldn’t happier for them. “He’s taken on more clients so unfortunately he’s gone earlier in the morning. That just means more bus stop duty for me.”

“Vanessa that is great! Not the bus stop duty, but great for Brent. He works his ass off and deserves the success. How are you though? I miss you so much.”

“I’m good. Really good. Of course, I miss you as well. Tell me about California living. I bet you’re sad you moved during the winter and missed most of the snow.”

“Ha Ha. Nah, that’s one thing I don’t miss. I surely don’t miss the salt ring around my jeans from walking in the snow. California is nice. I did underestimate the difficulty of making friends as an adult.” You said with a laugh. “My boss is great and we’ll hangout eventually, when we both aren’t so busy. I told you about that guy at that park, right?” You of course left off his last name. You don’t want the people back home thinking you meet celebrities every day just by walking around LA.

“Yeah. Did something happen there?” A suggestive tone to her voice.

“No. No, nothing like that.”

“Boo.” She said with a little laugh.

“As I was saying. Chris, the guy from the park, he had me over last night with some of his friends and we played some games. It was a lot of fun. I have plans for a girl’s night in a couple of weeks with his friends Emma and Erika.”

“That’s great babe. You deserve this new life. You deserve fun.” Wiping a tear that slowly rolled down your cheek, you smiled.

“Thanks, Vanessa. I did actually call for a reason.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that.”

“What do you say about a girl’s trip of our own? Why don’t you and Abby come out next month. My place is small, but you and Abby can take my bed and I’ll take the couch for a few days. And then I think we should get a nice hotel room for a couple of nights and get spa treatments. I’m sure Abby would love the pampering.” You asked.

“You know your niece too well. Yeah, let me check schedules. Abby’s got a Friday off for a teacher workshop, so I could pull her out for an extra day or two.”

“Yay!” You squealed. OK, just let me know. I’ll have to work out the time off with Victoria, but I know it will pan out. I’m just so excited!”

She laughed. “Love you Y/N. We’ll talk soon.”

“Bye sis. Love you too.”

 Shortly after your call, you fell back to sleep for a couple of hours. Not having anything to do for the day and since you were already laying in your big comfy bed, it wasn’t hard to do.

Nonstop ringing interrupted your slumber. Groaning, you reached for your cell with your eyes still closed. “Hello?”

“Y/N, where exactly do you live?” Asked a male’s voice.

“Huh?” Taking the phone away from your ear to see who it was. Chris? Chris is calling you? “Chris?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Where do you live?”

You gave him the street address and told him your entrance was in the back upstairs. “Why though?”

“I’ll see you soon.” He said and then hung up.

What the fuck?

You’re still in your pajamas and you haven’t showered. You know what your hair looks like without even looking. Did you even brush your teeth?! Deciding that was top priority, you stood up, grabbed your crutches and went into your bathroom to brush your teeth. You then attempted to smooth down your hair. Where’s my bra? Making your way back to the living room/bedroom, you scrambled to find a bra. Remembering you tossed it on your couch when you got home last night, you dropped the crutches and grabbed the bra quickly slipping it on. Moments later there was a knock on your door. Hopping on one foot while grabbing onto anything you could in the apartment to steady yourself, you made it to the door successfully. On the other side was a smiling Chris holding several takeout bags.

“Chris.” You said breathlessly. Get a hold of yourself Y/N. “What are you doing here?”

“Lunch. Obviously.” He said while walking past you as you shuffled to the side. He was wearing a pair of loose light blue jeans, a gray tee with a blue jacket over it. His hair was a little disheveled, but almost like it was purposely done so. And of course, still sporting that gorgeous beard. You sighed, you actually sighed out loud.

“O-okay. Um, but why?” You asked.

“Well, you’re injured and I didn’t want you to be on your feet anymore than you have to.” He smiled while setting the bags on your glass coffee table.

“Are others coming?” Peeking out the door to see if anyone was behind him. “That looks like quite a lot of food.”

He sat down on your couch and started pull out paper plates and plastic silverware. “Well, you see, I wasn’t sure what you liked so I stopped at a few places. I figured whatever we don’t eat, you could have for dinner and maybe lunch tomorrow.”

You gingerly made your way to the couch and sat next to him. “I don’t know what to say. This is really sweet. But just so you know, I have a ton of food in the fridge and can totally make something to eat. Or there’s always Uber Eats.” You said with a smirk. “But thank you, this is really nice.”

“But you shouldn’t have to. I’m sure you’re exhausted from being on your feet last night. It’s no big deal. I was hungry anyway.” Chris said with a shrug.

“Well, what do we have here?” You said while looking down and gesturing with your hand.

“Only the finest cuisine. Lemon chicken with white rice and a couple of eggrolls. A couple of slices of pepperoni pizza, New York style of course.”

“Of course.”

“Chicken burrito bowl. Chili cheese fries and a cheeseburger. And a grilled chicken Caesar salad. You know, just in case.”

“That is quite the menu. How many stops did you have to make?”

He waved his hand dismissing your question. “So, what will it be my lady?”

You gave a shy smile. “An eggroll and a slice of pizza.”

He let out a good chuckle and passed you the food. You both dug in sneaking glances his way while you ate in silence. You noticed he did the same. When you were done, he took your trash and walked to the kitchen to throw it in the bin. He then put the remaining food in your refrigerator. “Are you sure you don’t want to bring anything home with you?”

“Nah, I got it for you. Now you don’t have to cook.” Again, throwing you that winning smile.

He sat back down on your couch angling his body toward you so that his knee was partially laying on the couch. You had your ankle on the coffee table on top of a throw pillow.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Not just your ankle, but with what you shared last night.”

Oh, that’s right. I said it. Out loud.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s been two years. I guess it’s not something that you’re ever good with, but life moves on and you just try your best every day. I’m trying every day.”

“Do you want to talk about it all? Could you tell me about him? If you want to. You don’t at all. You can just tell me to leave and I will totally understand.” Said Chris.

“No, I don’t mind. Caleb, my husband, he was my best friend. We met at work when we were both just a year out of college. We ended up in the same training class. I thought he was really cute, so I kept sitting at his table hoping he would notice me.” You said smiling at the memory. “But Caleb was so serious. I don’t think he even noticed me the first two days.” Chris chuckled.

“I remember he had a yellow highlighter and a stack of pens. He would practically write down word for word what the trainer said in his notebook and when we were on a break, he would highlight most of what was written. On the third day, I stood up, walked right up to him, tapped his shoulder and told him to come with me to get coffee. I didn’t ask, I told him.” Chuckling lightly, you looked up to see Chris have a warm smile on his face.

“What did he say?” Chris asked.

“He said OK, stood up, and followed me to the coffee machine. He asked for my number at the end of the day and we were inseparable going forward. He was the kind of guy who was meant to be a husband. He proposed after a year and we were married a year later. We bought a house right away where he made friends with all the guys in the neighborhood. He’d have them over for beers and football, and cookouts. He was the social one in our relationship. There was always an event he was dragging me too. Caleb really got me out of my bubble. And he was an awesome uncle to our niece Abby. She’s so spoiled and that’s mostly thanks to him. He was a really great guy.”

Chris had his hand on your knee and was rubbing it in a soothing way. “He sounds like he was a great man. Thanks for sharing that with me. But, honestly Y/N, I think you are so brave to be starting over in this crazy place. I consider you a friend and I want you to talk to me if you ever need to vent or cry or whatever. I’m here.”

You were touched. Here’s this man who you barely know and he was already becoming a great friend.

“Thanks, Chris. I really appreciate that.”

Chris left a little later and you dragged yourself back to bed. He sent you a goodnight text that night and a good morning text the next morning. That afternoon you sent him a text that you missed Dodger. Yeah, it had only been a day and a half, but you really wished you had a dog to cuddle with. Especially since you were stuck at home.

Chris: I see how it is. You only like me for my dog.

Y/N: Without Dodger, we wouldn’t have met. He brought us together.

Y/N: I’m just jealous you have an automatic cuddle buddy. Do you rent him out?

Chris: I’m pretty sure Dodger would rather be cuddling with you.

Your ankle was feeling better but you still stuck to staying in and using the crutches. You had showered that morning and actually put on real clothes. Well, a knee length flowy dress. You didn’t want to deal with pulling your ankle through pant legs if you could help it. You had just put in your favorite movie, You’ve Got Mail in the DVD player and sat on your couch. Yes, you still owned a DVD player. As the saying goes, if it isn’t broke…As Meg Ryan was getting charmed by Tom Hanks in her book store, you heard a knock on your door. You paused the movie, got up being sure to grab your crutches first and walked to the door. You heard a bark and a smile instantly hit your face. You opened the door to see Chris and Dodger standing there.

“Dodger! You’re here! Come here boy.” You placed one of the crutches against the wall and patted your thigh. Dodger walked up to you and licked your hand a few times before accepting you petting him.

“You know, I come all the way here.”

“Two miles.” You interrupted.

“I drive a full two miles and Dodger gets all the love. No, ‘Hi Chris! I can’t believe you are here!’ Where’s the warm welcome?”

“Hi Chris! I’m so glad you are here! Come here boy.” You said while patting your leg.

Chris let out a loud laugh. He closed your door and walked up to you. You gave him a one-armed hug.

“What are you watching?” He asked.

“Only my favorite movie, You’ve Got Mail. Want to watch?”

“Well, I did bring Dodger here for cuddles, I suppose we can watch while you two cuddle.”

You started on the couch, but frankly your couch wasn’t the largest for two adults with a dog who liked to spread out. You and Dodger moved to your bed while Chris stayed on the couch watching the movie.

“You know, you can still see the screen from the bed. You’re more than welcome to come lay with us and watch.” You were honestly offering in a friendly way. Dodger would be between you both and it was easier to chat when your next to a person and they aren’t having to turn their head to see you from the couch. Yep, a strictly friend like way.

Chris hesitated for a moment. Scratching the back of his head and looking back at you and Dodger. “Alright.” He said while getting up and walking toward your bed. You scooted over and pulled Dodger toward you making room for Chris. He plopped down on the bed and adjusted your pillows making himself comfortable. You both laid in silence watching the movie except for when Chris would let out loud chuckles and an abrupt “oh no” here and there.

When the movie was over, you shut off the TV with the remote and just talked. You talked about your families, vacations you took when growing up, your first cars, and pets. During a few minutes of comfortable silence, you had fallen asleep. Before you knew it, your cellphone alarm was going off indicating it was time to get ready for work. Opening your eyes, you almost tumbled out of bed. Dodger and Chris were asleep next to you. Had your life been a rom-com, his arm would have been thrown over your stomach and your legs would be tangled together. There most certainly wouldn’t have been a dog between you. You were never the snuggle in bed while you slept type anyway. Sure, a little cuddling before sleep was nice, but then you wanted your space. Hence why you had a queen-sized mattress just for you.

He really is beautiful. Why can’t I be that pretty while I sleep? I mean, I could take or leave the snores he’s putting out.

You got up as quietly as you could. Dodger’s head peaked up but then he laid it right back down. You grabbed your clothes for the day and went into the bathroom quietly closing the door. After showering, towel drying your hair and pinning it back, you got dressed. You decided to grab a muffin at the coffee shop rather than making breakfast here.

Sitting on the edge of the bed next to Chris, you gently stroked his arm. “Hey hun, I’m leaving for work.”

He slowly started to stir, blinking his eyes open and closed. He finally turned his head toward you and gave you an easy smile. “Good morning.” He said. The sleep still evident in his voice.

“I’m heading off to work.” He sat up and pulled his legs to the ground. “Take your time. Will you just turn the lock on the doorknob on your way out?”

“Of course.” He grabbed your hand. “Thanks for the fun night, sweetheart.” Your heart fluttered. You squeezed his hand and stood up letting go.

“I’ll talk to you later. Bye Dodger.” You said grabbing your bag, crutches, and headed out the door.

Chris texted you later that day just to say hi. Unfortunately, you were too busy to reply or even notice you had a text. Since you weren’t much help running around doing errands for Colleen or Victoria, you were on paper duty. Entering receipts, submitting invoices, making calls. A lot of these tasks were mostly spread out, but since you were out Friday and didn’t come in on Saturday, it was all getting done today. For once, you and Victoria were on the same schedule. She invited you out for drinks at a restaurant down the street from the office. You talked about the get together at Chris’ place and mentioned the possible date with his friend. She was excited for you and frankly you were too. You told her about Chris spending the night, quick to point out that it wasn’t planned and you both had just fallen asleep. “Y/N, wow. Is something happening there?”

“No, I don’t think so. I think he’s just being a good friend. We’re getting to know each other.” You shrugged your shoulders. You both ordered a couple of appetizers and ended up chatting for a while, not getting home until almost 9 PM. 

Reaching your staircase you were startled to see Chris sitting on the stairs with Dodger. “Chris? Did you end up staying all day?” You asked with a giggle.

“Hey Y/N.” Chris getting to his feet he stood out of your way.You started to climb the stairs. 

“Do you want to come up?” You asked glancing behind you as you started to reach the top.Chris was quick to follow. 

“You’re home late.” He said. Unlocking your door and setting your bag and crutches down before taking a seat on your couch. 

“Yeah, my boss and I, Victoria, went out for a couple of drinks. We don’t see much of each other, but since I am on office duty, we had time to catch up.” He nodded, taking a seat next to you. You started up Netflix and passed him the remote. “I picked last night, you pick tonight.”He grabbed the remote from you and started scanning. He decided on the second season of Stranger Things as he said he hadn’t watched the season yet. You were all caught up, but didn’t mind the re-watch. You both sat enjoying the show, chatting between episodes. Chris got up after three episodes to grab a couple of beers from your fridge. It was nice and you were enjoying whatever this friendship was becoming. Chris spent the night again, this time not by accident. It was late and you both decided it was for the best for him to just crash. The next few days were spent texting back and forth. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention.

Your ankle was mostly better by Friday and you had plans to meet Chris and Dodger at the park. You had gotten their first so you took a seat at one of the benches facing the fountain. Your phone started to ring with a number you hadn’t recognized. Not one to normally answer unknown numbers, since it was a local number you took a chance thinking it could be someone from work. “Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N, it’s Erika’s friend, Tim. How are you?”

“Oh, hi, Tim.” You replied, not realizing Chris had walked up and was right beside you.

Chapter 5

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Making Love Out of Nothing at All

A/n:  Just to be clear, this is not a y/n fic because I seriously can't write in "you" form (or whatever you call it) to save my life. Oc/Reader is a woman in her mid 20s living in Europe, working as a Barista. She is nameless, without any clear info about her or her personality. Here’s a link  if you want to read this on AO3 instead.

Pairing: Hongjoong/ Reader 

Genre: Porn with Plot, Angst, Hurt/comfort

Words: 12,759

Summary: This is just porn with angsty fucking plot. I supply wetness in your eyes and wetness in your pants. Reader is a barista who happens to meet someone she recognize just before closing up, is it fate? Probably not. Is it going to be happy ending? Probably not. I can't write summaries for shits but give it a shot, you're gonna love it ok, uwu

It'd been a quiet day with rain pondering down since lunch. The few patrons that were in the shop shuddered slightly from the sudden cold spring weather. They were scattered with a fair distance between them, as people often sat at cafes. I was cleaning the espresso machine and the working bench underneath, looking up from time to time to scan the perimeter of the cafe and making sure to be at close hand if someone needed something. A man standing outside in the pouring rain caught my glance. He was probably in his thirties and holding a big fancy camera, pointing it towards the cafe. I guessed that he was just a tourist that wanted to take a photo for future memories. I smiled for myself and went back to my cleaning. Looking back up 10 seconds or so later and the man was still there, taking photo after photo. A sudden rush of discomfort washed over me. My face was probably in all those photos and I just got the feeling that he was up to no good. A phone call seemed to interrupt his snapping and he hurried off quickly. I exhaled, maybe it was just me being paranoid. Time moved quickly, I was closing, finishing the last touches of cleaning when the last patron waved goodbye, “Thank you, bye” I yelled and waved back, hoping that she’d been the last one for today. I didn’t really have the time to help another patron. Another 5 minutes passed, and I was just about to go back to the office and get the keys when the doorbell emitted a soft clang as someone entered the door. A man, just slightly taller than I entered. He had a mysterious, almost cocky feeling about him, dressed in ripped washed outs, a grey trench coat and a black cap covered his eyes. A face mask covered the lower part of his face as well and I couldn’t see him properly until he was standing in front of me at the other side of the desk. I inhaled sharply when I recognized the chocolate browns that met mine. My stomach jumped and I gripped onto the desk hard, to secure my footing, an embarrassing gesture but I couldn’t care less at that moment. “Hi” He said, as confidently as he could, but the accent still broke through. I gulped, not really trusting my own voice just yet. There was a pause for only a few seconds, and the man pulled down the face mask down his chin revealing a cute button nose and lips that were pulled in an uncertain smile, “You know me?” he asked, a bit hesitant with my lack of reaction. I bit my lip and cleared my throat, feeling how my face heated up, suddenly self-conscious of my looks. The 9 hours of sweating, messy hair, smeared makeup, syrup on my hands and underarms and with coffee powder covering my body like a sheen layer didn’t do me justice. Because the man was someone I'd only met in my dreams, a man I admired, looked up to and loved, and my heart skipped before I opened my mouth, “Yes, I know you. You are Hongjoong” he gave me a relieved look. I looked around; I couldn’t understand that he was there. I’d entered some fan competitions lately, but I think I'd remembered if the prize would’ve been a private meeting. Was there a hidden camera? I looked over at the door, prepared for my friends to run in, laughing. I asked him about my suspicions and while he laughed, my heart pounded. I bit my lip, nervous that I’d made a bad first impression for making assumptions while he waved his hands in front of him. “No no, no camera, no prize, Just me. I need… to see you” It seemed like even though it took him a moment to articulate the words, he understood what I said. He let out a small noise of frustration, “How should I… are you Yeodonseang or Noona?” I felt my heart skip, and my face flushed, “Noona” I answered and Hongjoong nodded slowly, biting softly on his lower lip, seemingly lost in thought for a moment and my still confused heart was racing. I blurted out before I could stop myself, “What are you doing here?” I swallowed, hoping that I didn’t offend him with my straightforwardness. He didn’t mind but also didn’t seem to understand exactly what I was asking, “I had concert yesterday. Today we have… free time” I nodded and pressed on, “But what are you doing here?” emphasizing the “here” He opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted when the bell above the door rang, marking that someone entered. Hongjoong froze and quickly pulled the mask over his mouth again. He didn’t have to worry though, a big man in his fifties looked over at us and I yelled out a small, “Sorry, we’re closed” “Doesn’t look like it” He scoffed under a big moustache, eyes squinting and beer belly peeking out from underneath the shirt he was wearing. “I was just about to get the key” I lied, gave Hongjoong a glance which he returned, eyes peeking up from underneath the fringe, the twinkle in them made me breathless and I turned on my heel quickly. I took the chance to change into my civil clothes when I walked past the changing room. Taking a moment to remove the makeup under my eyes with a paper towel and wash my hands. A pair of ripped blacks hugged my legs and I thanked my lucky star for deciding to wear an Ateez band shirt before I grabbed my bag and jeans jacket as well. I grabbed the key in the office, my heart was doing somersaults and I took a deep breath before walking back in. The man was gone but Hongjoong wasn’t. The locks from his mullet peeked out from underneath the cap, resting on the collar of the coat as he was standing with his back toward me, watching the rain outside, protected from curious eyes by the one-way shaded windows. “I’m just going to…” I trailed off and walked to the door, locked it and then turned around to see him smiling at me. He motioned with his hand at my shirt. “You are Atiny, I know... I” he fought to find the right words while I killed the main lights, setting a dim and cosy atmosphere. I motioned for him to join me on the sofa in the far back where we would be basically invisible to the people outside. He removed his cap, running his fingers through the long hair, “I saw you yesterday, driving past us in the city. You like loud music, I heard “Say my name” You were singing, dancing, rapping” He wiggled his shoulders, a playful smile on his lips. I bit the insides of my cheeks, ashamed that I both, were so lost in my mind that I'd totally missed them, and that Hongjoong had seen my awkward dance moves because God knows I couldn’t dance at all. A sound of regret exited from my lips and I hid my face in my hands as my face flushed an even deeper red than before. “No no, you very cute, don’t hide” The playful smile turned into one with warmth, “So, I want to... talk” “Talk?” I asked, getting increasingly more confused where things were going to go. He ran his fingers through his hair, an awkward expression on his face and he wet his lips, “I want to meet you, not only see you. Want to hear your voice, make you laugh” I couldn’t help but stare, still in disbelief that he was sitting there in front of me, and now talking about how much he wanted to see me that my heart jumped, my breath choked and the ends of my ears matched the colour in my face. He played with the ends of his hair, almost shyly and with the same look of disbelief in his eyes that were in mine. Like I was the famous idol he’d been longing for. “You are very beautiful. My heart…” His voice had dropped an octave, from embarrassment of not being able to explain how he felt. He drummed softly on his chest in the rhythm of fast heartbeats and I wanted to hide my face in my hands again, “You seem so happy, listening to us. I've had dream, all day, planning how... I could meet you. I needed to be… careful. My members... didn’t want me to but… I had to” My heart was beating fast in my chest. If he’d been anyone else, a normal everyday human, I’d run as fast as my legs would take me. But Hongjoong wasn’t just an everyday person and even though he was from a smaller company, still fresh from debut, he couldn’t risk being seen like we were right now. Therefor the silent stalking and planning. The whole situation was still so unreal, and I pinched my thigh to make sure that I hadn’t fainted on work and this was all just a dream. It hurt, my brows furrowed from the pain and I played it off like confusion. The whole situation seemed so random. Thinking back, I couldn’t even remember a situation yesterday where they could’ve hidden out of my sight, and the fact that only a minute top had been enough for him to want to see me again made butterflies explode in my stomach. “How did you find me?” I asked, curious. “My manager” he answered, almost proud of his accomplishment of finding me, a smile on his lips again and I remembered the man that had taken photos of what I'd thought was the cafe earlier. Seemed like my gut was right about that one. Hongjoong rested his face on his clasped knuckles and watched me like I hung the moon and all the stars. I’d gotten an explanation, but I was still as confused as ever. I know I looked good with a face of make-up and body in certain angles, but I was all and all just an average girl, with average looks, average weight, height, living an average life… And he was, well, Hongjoong. What else could I say? He looked amazing, from the tousled mane of hair, to the challenging twinkle in the brown of his eyes, the pink tinted lips. I didn’t even need to get started on his body. He had that casual feeling of just throwing something on and look amazing, his clothes slim and form fitting, giving me a nice view of how well he was built. I suddenly got conscious of my own body as his seemed to not have one ounce of fat. I bit my lip and averted my eyes, suddenly shy. Still finding the whole situation bizarre, the man I'd been daydreaming about since their debut last year was just sitting there, watching me with a small smile on his lips. I finally found the courage to ask what I'd been wondering since he introduced himself. “Why me?” “Ah, Jagi” He sighed, overdramatically, like I was insane for ever questioning it, “Why not?” My mouth clamped shut. I didn’t have an answer for that. I couldn’t really argue when I didn’t know how I looked in his eyes. I must've worn a surprised expression because he half whispered, half chuckled "Cute" in Korean and before I realized what had happened, he took my hands in his across the table. The feeling of electricity ran through my body and my mind paused to process what was happening before it screamed at me to let him go, that I shouldn't touch him. His breath hitched, it was subtle, but I noticed and wondered if he felt the same feeling. I tried to let him go but he kept me there, comforting but firm, locking his gaze with mine and I could feel myself melting. “I… know how you feel. I’m idol… but I’m human, like you, ok? 10 fingers, like you…” He rubbed the palms of my hands with his thumbs, tracing across my fingers with his “A beating heart, like yours” He pulled me closer, across the table and pressed my open hand over his heart. It was beating fast, possibly even faster than mine. “Why you Jagi? Why not the girl I saw on our concert, she was cute too. Singing, dancing, rapping, like you…” He paused and gulped, eyes flickering from my eyes to lips since I got significantly closer from him pulling me over the table. “You are… special, you are something else… Noona” He breathed out the last word, face flushing and let his tongue flicked out, licking his lower lip before softly biting down on it, a shaky breath leaving his mouth. The warm, playful feeling that we’d had going on was blown away and I felt something else resonating in me. I’d never had an age kink, especially not on guys younger than me, but the way Hongjoong looked at me with the same intense look a predator had watching its prey, lit a flame in my body and I felt how my pulse picked up. The primal feeling of want and lust drenched me like a cold shower, the hair on my neck standing. He bit his tongue and gave me a look that reminded me of how he’d look at stage. He could feel what I felt, and he knew, was so sure of his charisma that it made him cocky. This was dangerous, the air around us suffocated me, his whole being had changed instantly and I didn’t yet know if I was nervous or excited. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and his fingers found their way to my face, stroking softly down my cheekbone with his fingertips, butterfly light over my throat to my neck where he stopped to grab a handful of hair. I choked out a moan and he chuckled breathlessly. “So sensitive. Good girl” He praised and guided my hand to his chest again, pressing it there for me to feel his racing heart again, encouraging me to come closer. “Not here, come” I said, and he followed in my steps as I guided us to the office in the back. I turned around with my back against the edge of the writing desk, the sight of him taking off his coat and throwing it to the side, running a hand through his hair and biting his lower lip, undressing me with his eyes already, made my knees weak. He slammed the door behind him close, hard enough to make the walls rattle and I clenched the edge of the desk behind me, thrilled and nervous. The light in the ceiling remained turned off, the only light in the room came from the window behind me, where natural soft light flowed in. He caught me in his arms and lift me up on the desk, separating my legs by standing between them. His forwardness made it hard to breathe and I gasped when he held onto me, the feeling of his skin against mine, made me shudder. How many times hadn’t I dreamed about this moment? For us to get lost in one another, devastated and ravaged until we couldn’t think. How many times hadn’t I fantasized about feeling like I did right now when his mouth placed butterfly kisses on my throat, his hands on my hips and mine pulling on his hair, my eyes towards the ceiling and my arousal already burning in my core. “Ah, Noona” He moaned in my ear and I gasped, placing my hands around his waist, urging him to come closer. He placed a hand on my chest, pushing on me to lay down and I inhaled sharply at the weight of him on my body, his lean figure pressing on me. I could feel how the muscles in his abdomen clenched to keep him up and make sure that I had breathing room. The picture I had of him changed in an instant. Hongjoong was strong, the parts of him that wasn’t lean was pure muscles and I shuddered. Both because the very apparent boner that poked against me and the realization that if he wanted to, he could do whatever he wanted to me, my own strength not even comparable. My legs rubbed against the sides of his hips wantonly and I pushed him forward with them slightly, grinding slowly. He realized, paused and locked gazes with me, suddenly shy that I could feel all of him. My stomach flipped and I feared that my neediness scared him, but I realized quickly that it wasn’t the case. The chocolate brown that previously had shined with cocky mischief and warm affection were now almost blown out. The black of his pupil had swallowed almost all. The tension between us could be cut by a butter knife and I gulped. The sound of it loud in the dead silent room. My heart was beating in my ears so loud that I was sure Hongjoong could hear it as well. “I’ve been waiting… to have you like this...” He brushed his hand over my cheek, and I leaned into his touch which earned me a small smile. “How did you know that this would happen?” I asked and he chuckled. “I hoped that you want me. We are 8. I’m lucky” I placed my arms around his neck, fingers playing with the long hair in the back, pulling on it softly, scraping my nails down his neck. He shivered involuntarily and I exhaled a smile, he was so sensitive to my touch. He was just about to dip down to place more kisses underneath my cheekbone again when the melody of a phone call made us both jump. He gave me a longing gaze that begged for forgiveness when he realized it was his that rang and took a step back away from my body. I immediately felt the loss of warmth and curled up on myself, sulky while he answered the call. I tried to not check him out but damn, he was making it hard for me, strutting around in those military boots, a clear dent in his pants still. My fingers itched to give myself some release, but I fought against the reflex, my arousal tense like a cord. I sat up again, still watching him with hooded eyes. Hongjoong answered the other person with a pout on his lips, a pout that soon changed into him biting his own tongue when he realized the intensity, I was watching him with. He finished the call, muttering things that sounded like swear words. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I… have to go. It was my manager; I must go back. We have… how do you say it… we can’t be outside alone for long" “Curfew?” I asked, a bit sad. My arousal still burning uncomfortable between my legs while Hongjoong nodded solemnly. The disappointment on his face made me yearn for him even more and I sighed, knowing there was nothing I could do. The sudden silence was deafening, and I felt tears in my eyes. Was this it? My dream, this moment, over? I know that I was the luckiest any Atiny had ever been but at the same time it sort of felt like I'd been desperately let down. “Don’t feel sad Jagi, I…” Hongjoong started and I was happy that he’d changed back to calling me Jagi, fearing that I’d jumped him then and there if he called me Noona again, “I’m not supposed to but maybe…” He grabbed a block of sticky notes at the desk and wrote down a number, and two names, “This is my room, my manager, and my… fake name. I have staff in the reception” He told me the name of the hotel and made me repeat it a few times to make sure that I remembered it. He gave me another look of longing, put on the cap that had been resting on the table we sat at and fished the face mask out of the pocket of his jacket. “Two hours Jagi” He said, and I could only nod, excitement making my heart pound. I unlocked the door and let him out, before collecting my own stuff and was out the door in the same moment I saw him rounding a corner.

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I’d taken a shower, thankful to the manager I’d been cursing earlier, feeling more confident while clean. I looked over my collection of underwear and lingerie. Was there really something that was too much in a moment like this? As much as I wanted to make him speechless, I didn't want it to seem like I was dressing up too much. Like he’d said before, we were both human. I scoffed, frustrated because time was ticking, and I'd rather die than being late. I reasoned back and forth with myself finally deciding that I only had one chance to make an impression and the matching black set that I only saved for special occasions hugged me in all the right places, the lace and cotton soft on my skin. I decided on simple black slacks and a woollen grey sweatshirt, blow dried my hair and put on basic makeup. If things went as I hoped, I didn't want to leave half a face of makeup in his bed. Time passed quickly and soon the taxi I’d called as soon as I got home, waited for me. I took a final glance in the mirror in my hallway, my heart pounding with excitement. I told the hotel name to the driver and we were there in less than 15 minutes. It was a five star one and the taxi driver gave me a subtle look of suspicion, checking out my clothes while I paid, as if I wore a cocktail dress underneath. My hands shook a little when I entered the reception, holding onto the sticky note Hongjoong had given me as if it was my lifeline. As I closed in on the desk, I remembered that I didn’t had an idea how Hongjoong’s manager looked like. I never got a good look at him when he was taking those photos outside in the rain earlier today and when I scanned the reception, no one there looked even remotely like him. My heart sank like a boulder to the bottom of my stomach. I was not going to give up, however and decided that I’d fight my way in if I had too. I started with the woman at the desk. She gave me a small pleasant smile, more so because she had to than her being happy to see me, eyes scanning my clothes with the same suspicion as the taxi driver. “Hi, there is someone I'm looking for. He’s supposed to show me to a room?” The woman squinted at me, a curious look of perplexity and concern in her eyes which quickly changed when I handled her the note with the name and supposed alias. She gave me the kind of respectful and slightly jealous smile that you’d give a person that’d just won something and reached for the phone on her desk. She called out a name and within 10 seconds a man excited an elevator at our left. I recognized him and he called out for me with an awkwardly long distance between us. “Hey beautiful girl, come with me” I wanted to sink through the floor when at least 15 people turned their heads towards us and I hung my head, embarrassed. “The note” The manager ordered as soon as the doors closed and I gave him the sticky note, he looked at it from a longer distance than needed, as if he was farsighted but refused to wear glasses. He nodded and gave it back to me, “You should be honoured. You’re the first on this tour, he has been holding out surprisingly long, considering we’ll be done in a few days” My whole body froze to ice when he mentioned that I was the first one, meaning that there had been others in the past and most likely would be more in the future, probably more than he could remember. I cursed my stupid heart for thinking just for a second that I was special in any way. He was an idol, and with the look and charisma he had, fans were ready to serve themselves on silver plates for him. Just like I'd done. The manager noticed the change of mood and reassured me, “Don’t worry, you might still be the only one this time, it has happened before” “Thank you” I forced out, just as the elevator stopped, the words left a bad taste in my mouth. “Go left and then right at the next corner” The manager said and bowed slightly. I bowed back, simply because it felt better since he was my elder. The feeling of conflict weighing on my shoulders. I walked down the corridor, my steps heavy, pausing when I reached the door and checking again if I was at the right room. I stared at it, debating on whether to knock or just turn away and forget about this whole situation. I didn’t want to be just one of many, no one did, and it didn’t matter that he was an idol. Everyone wanted to imagine that they were special. Was the reward good enough? I asked myself. I felt like my heart was breaking and tears threatened to swell over. But if I walked away now, he’d find someone else and I honestly couldn’t live with the fact that I could’ve had the night of my life. I took a deep breath and tapped at my tear canals, as if the movement would force the tears back. I knew that this was one night, and then he’d be gone. This was their first time in Europe, and I was hellbent on being the only one he’d come back to. Telling myself this as a mantra helped and I knocked on the door. Only a few seconds passed before it was pulled open and he was standing there, looking as wonderfully ethereal as a dream. He’d changed as well, wearing a grey dress shirt and black slacks, only sock and barefaced. I wet my lips, wondering how I even considered walking away. He smirked, gave me a playful look and I swallowed down the nervous feeling that threatened to take my voice away, “We’re matching” He said, voice amused and husky and chuckled when I realized as well, “We sure do” my voice shook a little from the pressure of choking down tears earlier and the anxiety of my thoughts. I wanted, needed for him to remember me and only me. Ready to seduce him with every might in my body, I turned it into a play that immediately turned out to be harder than I thought when Hongjoong’s expression changed. A look of worry made his eyebrows furrow and mouth to be pressed into a thin line as he stood aside to invite me in. “Are you ok?” He asked and the concern felt like an arrow to the heart. I paused with my answer as I entered the room, everything from the cream coloured walls to the crisp white sheets on the bed spoke of luxury and I glanced out the window. We were on the 20th floor and the city lights was like an ocean underneath us. I nodded slightly before taking a deep breath, talking while exhaling. “Yeah, I’m fine” Hongjoong sat down on the bed, legs crossed, and I bit down on my lip, imagining how he’d look, laying on his back, hair sprawled across the pillow and the same blown out black eyes he’d had earlier at my shop. I licked my lips and fought the urge to jump him then and there. He motioned with his head to the place next to him and I felt a familiar flame crackling in the pit of my stomach. “Tell me” His voice had a dead serious voice and I realized I’d been busted, “My members don't like talk. But... I know" I pressed my lips together, feeling how my ears flushed red from the shame. I looked down at my hands, the anxiety made my hearth race. I took a deep breath and decided to just get it over with it. Hongjoong was determined and I know that there wasn’t an idea to try and convince him. “Can I… be your only one in Europe?” I muttered and Hongjoong squinted, not able to pick up a word I said. I looked away; my heart pounded so fast that I could hear it in my ears. I fell back on the bed in a weak escape attempt from his burning eyes and looked up at the white ceiling instead, taking a deep breath while I felt my face heating up, “I said, can I be your only one in Europe?” “My only one?” he repeated, puzzled. I imagined the small wrinkle that showed up between his eyebrows when he didn't understand something but refused to look at him, scared that I'd chicken out and be unable to continue, “Your manager told me, that I was the first on this tour. He seemed surprised, almost impressed that you’d managed to hold on for so long and I really thought that I…” I swallowed, and sighed heavily, trailing off, “I’m just stupid, imagining things that weren’t there… I'm, I'm sorry… I’m making a fool out of myself” I hid my face in my hands feeling how the flush had crept down my neck, ashamed of the whole situation. Soon I felt the bed dip and I could hear how he moved over to my head, carefully removing my hands from my face, a small smile on his lips. Eyes crinkled with warmth and I gasped breathlessly as his touch send ripples across my skin. “I said before, I like talking...” My eyebrows furrowed and I looked over at him as he scooted back slightly to lean against the headboard of the bed, “I talk with Atiny… I surprise… them, we talk” I could hardly believe my own ears, was this really what the manager thought we were going to do as well? Just talk? Was it just my own nasty thoughts that believed him to have a girl in every capital? I felt even more ridiculous than before; I had seriously been on my way of walking out on a fantasy I'd had for 6 months because Hongjoong was a sweetheart who cared about his fans. “Told you, you are special Jagi. If you want, you will be the only one... this time” He smiled from ear to ear and I could honestly cry but fought against it as he motioned for me to come up to him. I laid next to him instead, my head resting on his chest and his fingers in my hair and it felt like I was blushing from head to toe, “I choose you and I know I made the right choice” he whispered now, leaving kisses and nuzzled into my hair. The pace of his heart picked up and looked up at him, only to get a kiss on the forehead instead. I bit down on my lips from the sudden sweet gesture, holding back the sudden shyness that flooded through my body. Hongjoong chuckled softly and lied down properly, pulling me on top of him. The sweet moment was over in an instant as the sudden change of position send small shockwaves through my body. His hands on my hips felt like they were made to be there. I supported myself with one hand on his chest, feeling his heart fluttering like a trapped sparrow underneath. I couldn’t help but reach forward to swipe a strand of hair from his forehead and his brows furrowed like I’d burned him, he chewed softly on his bottom lip, eyes hooded. “Noona…” He whispered and I hummed a response, “I choose you because I hope you can… teach me” “Teach you?” I couldn’t help but ask as I leaned forward, planting a kiss just below his ear, where his carotid artery was. His pulse just next to it picked up in speed and I continued. My kisses sloppy mixed with soft nibbles and soon he was gasping underneath me. “Noona, please listen” He whined but I didn't, couldn’t. I loved the sounds he made and simply couldn’t control myself as I started to unbutton his shirt. I only undid one or two before I was manhandled to the side so that we switched positions, him holding me down at my wrists and coming dangerously close to my face, locking his eyes with me and I choked out a gasp. “Listen” He ordered, dominance radiating from his whole body as he pushed his entire weight on me and I submitted without question, his eyes black and hooded, and his half hard cock pushing against my clothed cunt. I gulped, the burn that my arousal emitted made me want to rub my legs together and I fought against it. The man that had been writhing underneath me was gone and I felt like this version of him was a force that could not be reckoned with. “I…” He paused, closing his eyes as his cheeks flushed but I wouldn't dare to make fun of his embarrassment now, “I have never… I mean, I have been close but never” He wet his lips, closed his eyes and took a deep breath before locking his gaze with mine again, “You are... my first” I choked on my breath, it felt as if I’d been punched in the stomach and Hongjoong looked away, ashamed of his lack of experience. My heart swam over with affection. I didn’t care whether it was about the time or opportunity or that he’d been saving himself up for a special moment, this was it. With me. I’d punch the air in victory but decided it was inappropriate and my conscious silence seemed to bring down the man still very much laying on me, down. I wet my lips and cupped his face in my hands. “Words can’t explain how happy you just made me. It’s an honour, and I know how I sound but you… you’re perfect, you’re lips, your eyes, your nose” My fingers brushed against his lower lip before traveling down his sides, “And this body…” My fingers reached forward, and I continued to unbutton his shirt, slowly, like I was opening a gift and I paused after pulling it over his shoulders. I’d imagined this moment more times than I could remember but nothing, not my wildest dream could compare with how he looked. He bit his lip still a bit shy but loving the attention I gave him, drank my desire for him like it was the only thing he craved and I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the muscles underneath the soft skin on his stomach, flex under my touch, “You’ve dreamed about today, I’ve dreamed for 6 months, about you…” I planted kisses on his throat again, earning a sharp inhale that turned into a gasp as my hands travelled across his chest, muscles clenching again under my light touches and I bite my lips at the sight, “Imagined you a thousand times, imagined a moment like this, getting myself off with a photo of you in my hand, never be able to have a one night stand without fantasizing that they were you” I raise my legs and rubbed my inner thighs against his hip, finally submitting to my own lust as my hands reached for my shirt before I pulled it off. A sharp inhale and his breathing sped up as he gazed down on me with hooded eyes. I took his hand and placed it on my hip, guided it down my thigh to the place between my legs where I craved his touch. “Why don’t you find out how wet I am for you?” Something snapped inside of him and he cupped my face, almost threatening to hurt us both with the level of intensity as he finally pressed our lips together. I gasped at the feeling, letting out a small sob and he growled almost animalistic in response, grabbing a handful of my hair to pull me closer, licking his way into my mouth and I obliged. He tasted like americano and toothpaste and I drank him up, gasping against his lips. It was sloppy, all lips and licks and nibbles and the sound of us bounced on the walls and I got drunk on it, on him. The desperate sounds he made as he softly grinded down on me drove me crazy and I responded with his movement, rolling my body against his, the smell of his cologne surrounding me made me weak and I took deep breaths of it, tried to memorize the smell of him in my mind. With one hand still in my hair, the other stroked down the side of my body and I flinched, slightly ticklish. He chuckled into the kiss and stroked down my skin again, putting in more pressure this time. “Fuck” I gasped for air against his lips, his hands where all over me, eager fingers slipping into the edges of my pants and he moaned against me when my fingers travelled from his chest, over his navel and the button of his slacks, finally cupping him over his pants. I couldn’t help but gasp when I got a better understanding of how big he was, licking my lips and gulped, my arousal coiling and butterflies of excitement fluttering in my stomach like something was chasing them. He didn’t waste a second and began to immediately dry humping my hand, greedy for the friction he craved. My heart jumped and I couldn't help but gasp again at his impatient action. “Noona… tell me what to do” He whined, keen on giving me as much of him as I gave him of me. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra but didn’t have to give him instructions before he leaned down and flicked one of the sensitive buds into his mouth, sucking lightly and let his teeth graze against them, a playful smile on his face when he looked up at me from underneath long lashes. Playfully teasing the other with his fingertips before switching. I was a gasping mess within seconds, fingers burrowed into his hair, pressing him closer and begging him not to stop. “You sure you haven’t done this before?” I asked, voice shaky and he chuckled, deep and guttural as he held me in place. My mind flashed back to a few moments earlier when we talked about my feelings and he was the sweetest person I’d ever talked to. That man was blown away and Hongjoong, the man that seemed possessed while performing, the one that had thousands upon thousands of girls quaking, had taken over. He was here, between my thighs, rutting against me without a plan to stop and my heart pounded in my ears, on its way of bursting with bliss and ecstasy. My lips found his again, and he panted between the kisses, lost in a trance, his body shaking as he grinded down on me again and I moaned, tears formed in my eyes from arousal. “Tell me what you want me to do” I whispered while planting wet kisses against his collarbone. He was unstoppable now, a complete mess and I pulled on the lining of his pants. Korean sputtered from his lips in a desperate rant and I interrupted, “English please” “Help me” He choked out, making eye contact with me and I choked on air. Eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed pink so gone in his own lust that it drove me crazy. I didn’t waste a second and pulled down the zipper of his slacks before closing it around his hard cock. He cried out, face contorted, mouth open and his face burrowed in the crook of my neck as if he was ashamed with how lost he was already. I gave his cock a few tugs and my mouth watered as I imagined how he would feel inside me. “Please, please…” Hongjoong gasped and pushed on my shoulders. Any other words weren’t needed, and I rolled us around again, so that I was on top. I kissed his collarbone, down his chest and stomach, taking my sweet time and lapping and nibbling on his skin as I went, soaking up the sound he made. The last kiss was placed just below his navel before I made eye contact with him again as I closed my hand around his cock. He bit his lip, head thrown back at the pillows and his hair sprawled out on it as beautifully as I thought it would. He left me breathless and now it was up to me to do the same to him as I took him into my mouth without a second thought. What sounded like a whole list of swear words in Korean fell from his lips as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I hollow my cheeks and pressed up my tongue at the underside of him before licking my way up to the slit where I dipped my tongue. I couldn’t help but let out a moan at the taste, his taste, and felt my eyes tearing up as I watched him lose control. My own arousal was soaking my panties, but I didn’t care, placing all my focus on the man writhing underneath me. I went down on him again, repeating my action, bopping my head up and down, slowly but surely dipping him lower and lower into my throat until my nose touched his pubic bone. I swallowed around him, focusing on breathing slowly through my nose, saliva coating my chin and I looked up again, making eye contact with him. His eyes glossy, lips red from biting into them too hard, panting out short breaths and face and chest flushed pink and I moaned to the sight of him, sending ripples across his skin as he felt the vibrations of it, just laying there and taking all that I gave him. He placed his hand in my hair, gently and I melted in it, bopping my head again and he thrust once, slightly to see if I minded. I usually did, but this was different, I knew that I wasn't going to be his only one. For this tour maybe, but I was going to be the first of many. He was just testing his waters with me and I was hellbent on making a perfect example on just how you were going to do it so that he never, no matter how many he’ll end up sleeping with, will find someone that was as good as me. So, I let him, and the thrusts got deeper, his hand pushing me down on his cock, using me only to get himself off and I could feel tears running down my cheeks from the stress it was causing in my throat. “Noona… please… I’m…” I paused, swallowed him down into my throat again and watched as he came undone, face contorted, his other hand twisting the sheets, body convulsing underneath me as hot spurts of cum ran down my throat and I choked and let him go before I could swallow. He cursed, hair tousled, chest heaving and cock twitching still, and I snapped a picture of this moment in my mind to carry with me. The sight of him in the tears of my eyes as magical as an aurora. I gave him a minute to come down from his high and felt my heart flutter when he opened his eyes again, meeting mine and rolled them at the sight of me, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he smirked. He pulled himself up to meet my lips again, kissing me chastely, teasingly and I swallowed, my heart pounding as he pushed gently on my chest. As soon as my back hit the bed, he was on top of me again, tasted my lips and moaning at the taste of himself on my lips. He let his mouth travel and placed butterfly kisses from my neck to my belly button, each of them leaving me shaking for more and I choked when he finally popped the button to my slacks. Taking the moment to fully undress himself as well. My panties were soon to follow, and he grinned from ear to ear when he realized how soaked they were. I hide my face in my hands, clenching my legs together, embarrassed by his eyes on me as he threw our clothes aside, voice hoarse and deep. “Let me see” He rubbed my thighs comfortingly and I separated them, earning a guttural growl from him when he finally saw my naked self, and the effect that he had on me. His fingers traced the inner side of my thighs and I clenched around nothing, so sensitive that the butterfly touches almost hurt. “Tell me…” He said, needing guidance in how I wanted him to proceed. “Touch me” I managed to get out and pressed two fingers at my clit, lazily rubbing myself, melting under my own touch. I grabbed Hongjoong’s hand and he mimicked me with the two fingers. I guided him and choked out a sob at the feeling of being filled exploded my senses when he reached beyond the folds, pushing his fingers knuckles deep into me. He seemed surprised by my reaction, thinking he’d hurt me and flinched away, but I kept him there, still with my hand around his wrist, “It’s good, don’t stop” I cried out softly, and felt my eyes roll back as I pumped his fingers. A gasp emitted from his lips at my sudden neediness, and he got the idea quickly, softly removing my hand and picking up the speed. “Good?” He asked and I nodded frantically, never wanting him to stop. My breathing uneven “Can I… taste?” He met his eyes, black from lust and couldn’t help but look down, gulping when I realized that he was already half hard again. Damn, I’d missed youngers guys and their infinite stamina. I nodded again, “Yes, God yes. Please” He bit down a smile of amusement at my enthusiasm before going down on me, pressing his tongue flat over my cunt, humming at the taste of it, still with his fingers inside me, his movements slower and I sobbed, bucking into his mouth. My reaction seemed to encourage him because he took another lick, pressing his nose against my pubis bone, a small smirk on his lips as he began eating me out and God, was the boy a natural. I was shaking within a minute, the sound of slurping as he drank my juices made my legs turn into jelly and stomach clench. He gently sucked my clit into his mouth, and I was a writhing mess underneath him. He came up for air, wet chin and hooded eyes and felt my eyes tearing up from the vision. He noticed my intense stare and licked his lips, loving the taste and asked, “Did you dream? About this?” I bit my lower lip, nodding, not trusting my own voice at all and he smiled, a warmth in it that left me breathless. He slowed down his movements again and I really thought that was it but Hongjoong had other thoughts as he laid his other hand flat on the lower part of my stomach, letting out a small “Woah” and I chuckled at his reaction, “I can feel” he said, fascination in his voice and I smiled, a smile that changed into a groan when he dived back in for another taste, keeping his hand on my stomach, putting pressure on my uterus while at the same time pulling the hood on my clit up to make it more accessible . There is no way he hadn’t done this before, but I couldn't be bothered how right now, only thankful that he had the knowledge as he threatened to push me over the edge. His grunting became louder with mine and I raised myself up on my elbows, curious, only to curse when I noticed how he, in pure frustration, humped the bed, desperately craving friction. The look of him, so wantonly lost in his lust and him softly sucking on my clit again send me over and I grabbed his arm as I came, convulsing under his touch. He drank me up before pulling his fingers out of me, a look of fascination in his eyes when he separated his fingers and a string of cum connected them. He put the fingers into his mouth, sucking on them like he wanted to have every drop of me, and I gulped as he gave me a look, still with his fingers in his mouth. He went back with the same fingers, smearing the wetness there before bringing said fingers to my mouth, I obliged and took them in my mouth. His eyes blinked, eyelids heavy and on half-mast as he suppresses a moan behind clenched teeth. He climbed on top of me, not giving me a chance to breathe, before he caught my lips, mouth open to welcome my tongue and I groaned at the feeling of us finally laying skin to skin, his weight on me so good that I had a hard time controlling myself. “Ah, wait” Hongjoong suddenly exclaimed and jumped off the bed to a shopping bag in the sofa at the other side of the room. He pulled out a package of condoms and I bit down on my finger to suppress a giggle at his adorableness, the mixed feelings of wholesomeness and devastation crossing in my stomach as he stood there, in all his glory. Honeyed skin, lean muscles, the long hair that reached passed his shoulders and cock stiff like a rock, blood filled red and smeared with pre-cum. I scooted up to the headboard, throwing myself on the pillow and reached down to play with myself, taking in every part of him and took a mental snapshot. Hongjoong finally looked up, not any wiser with the wrapper and took a shaky breath at the sight of me. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth before chewing it softly and I reached out for him as he joined me on the bed again. I broke the package and then showed him how to put it on, earning a gasp as I rolled it down. I laid down again, separating my legs and he placed himself between them, he leaned forward, grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers as I guided him in, cm by cm, adjusting to the sudden size and he burrowed his head in the crook of my neck, a cry erupted my his lips. I held my breath, and my back arched when he was finally sheathed inside me, the soles of my feet on his back, pushing him until he was balls deep. Shaky puffs of air in my ear made my skin prickle and I rubbed my thighs on the sides of his hips, stroking his chest with the hand that wasn’t being held and the touch seemed to wake him from the spell he was under because he snapped his hip, just slightly but I choked on my breath from the friction. He repeated the movement, more and more bold with every snap of his hips and soon he was thrusting into me, deep and dangerously slow. He cupped my face with his free hand and pressed his lips upon mine, it was sweet, loving and I turned into putty in his arms, rolling my body with his. I moaned with him as he picked up speed, locking his gaze with me as he pounded me into the mattress, his hand cupping my face still. “God Noona… so beautiful” I whined and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him down to my lips again, softly nibbling on the bottom and he inhaled sharply at the surprise. “Don’t be bad girl” He chuckled but I saw how a different fire had lit up in his eyes when I did that. I was going to push it as far as I could. I took the hand that cupped my cheek and placed it on my neck instead and he almost paused as I made him close his hand around it. His mouth fell open and his eyebrows raised, a cocky expression and I inhaled sharply when he picked up his speed again, showing no signs of getting tired. I reached between our bodies and pressed down on my clit, my head falling back against the pillow at the euphoric feeling of him so deep within me. The shortness of my breath spurring him on as he caressed my neck with his thumb. He licked his lips before leaning down again, darting his tongue out to lick across my lower lip before meeting mine and it was so sloppy and nasty, our breathing mixing together and I was close, I could feel it in my core desperately pushing down on my clit, Hongjoong looked like he wasn’t far from tipping over the edge as well. A few more thrusts and strokes over the hood of my clit and I fell, harder than I'd done ever before, my hearing blown out, body shaking and my vision blurring. “Hongjoong” I gasped out on the top of my high and he sobbed into my shoulder when hearing his name slipping from my lips. It only took a few more seconds and he was gone as well, head thrown back and he screamed silently as I felt his cock twitching inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard into my ear and I closed my arms around his back in an embrace. He nuzzled into my neck, mindlessly placing a kiss there and I giggled softly at the ticklish feeling. We lay there for a few more seconds until the overstimulation of being inside of me became too much and he pulled out, earning a groan from both of us, before rolling off the bed, feet light on the floor as he walked to the bathroom. He motioned me to join him and I entered the room as he started the shower. He extended his hand and pulled me under the shower head, the other hand placed on my hip and a sudden domestic feeling washed over me as he reached for the soap, helping me with my back and shoulders, massaging them softly. I returned the favour, his hair reached longer than expected when straight and wet and I combed my fingers through it, earning a small moan of satisfaction. He turned around, and I could hear myself gasp still not believing that I got to share this moment with him, and he smiled, giving me a peck on the mouth before placing his arms around me, "Thank you, Jagi" I swallowed, realizing that this was the beginning of the end and felt tears collecting under my eyes, thankful that we were standing under the shower, "No, thank you… for trusting me and for giving me your first time" I rubbed the tears that threatened to fall, out of my eyes, determined not to cry. We dried up and I was just about to reach for my clothes when Hongjoong's hand on my arm stopped my movements. "Stay?" He asked and gulped, voice almost a whisper and I looked up at him, surprised but over the moon and I could only nod as he led us to the bed again, pulling the covers around our bodies. He held me close, took the role as the big spoon and intertwined our hands over my chest. He placed a kiss on the nape of my neck, and I took a deep breath, feeling my heart racing from the butterflies in my stomach, endorphins pumping my brain full of serotonin and I leaned back against his chest, feeling his breathing as his chest rose. "Sleep Jagi, I'm here" Hongjoong whispered in my ear and I melted at his words, letting my body relax.

..........

I suddenly woke up not even realizing that sleep had overtook me, it was still dark outside, the room slightly illuminated by the moonlight above and city underneath, bathing us in dim lighting. I guessed that I'd only slept for a few hours. A groaning made me aware of what woke me up and I turned around, just as Hongjoong caught my gaze. His eyes were glossed over and his breath caught in his throat when he realised, he'd been busted. I licked my lips, my arousal turning on like a light switch and I reached my hand underneath the covers, placing my hand on his chest, trailing my fingers down his frame, earning a pitched gasp. He was fucking his own hand, pulling on himself while grinding, movements erratic and I wondered how long he must've been awake, watching me and slowly losing his composition. I swatted his hand away and he let out a moan when my fingers closed around him instead. His eagerness, the clenched eyes and biting at his own lips, savouring the feeling, had me wet in seconds, the burn ticking between my legs made me squirm. He groaned as I let him go to push a finger inside myself to make sure that I was wet and slick for him. The dirty look he’d send me changed soon as I climbed on top of him. He inhaled shakily, placing his hands on my hips, and I could feel him shaking from controlling his need to grind up against my ass. "I have an IUD, it's like a condom but already inside me. We could do it without… I understand if you don’t want to… but I'm healthy and I can't get pregnant… it's your choice" He sucked his lip into his mouth, eyes heavy and cheeks flushed at my proposition, his cock twitching at the thought of coming inside of me and licked my lips, resisting the urge to roll my body back against him as he nodded, his hands gripping my waist harder as he rose me up. I guided him in, my head thrown back and pant coming out in short breaths as I felt him naked inside me. Hongjoong let out a choked sob from the feeling of being so deep into me again and I clenched around him, teasing him and he inhaled sharply, bucking his hips into me, head thrown back, blinded by lust. He pulled at my waist, encouraging me to move and moaned, guttural and hungry as I did just that. I placed a hand on the bedpost, the other in his hair as I ride him, arching my back and he placed both hands on my ass, helping me with the rhythm, his breathing laboured. He wouldn't last long, already ahead of me before we even started and I pushed my hand between us to furiously rub my clit, racing the finish line with him. I leaned down to catch his lips and he cried into my mouth, the thrusting irregular and offbeat and I clenched around him, urging him on as my tongue met his in another open kiss. His hands on me tightened and I brushed away hair that stuck to his forehead just in time to see his face contorted, just a beautifully as it had the first time. His back arching and head burrowing back into the pillow as he stilled his movements, his whole body tensing up from shooting his cum deep into me and I gasped at the feeling, riding out his orgasm, milking him completely dry. He pushed me away soon after and I was only offended for the few seconds it took for him to place himself between my legs. I gasped as he wasted no time, pushing three fingers into my cumfilled cunt, smirking from ear to ear at the squelching sound it made and my fingers immediately pushed down on my clit, happy that he'd noticed and was down to taking care of my orgasm as well. He pushed me over the edge faster than I wanted to admit, praising me with soft words making sure to not leave my body until I was down from my high. We breathed deep for a minute before he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on my lips, "Sorry" his voice deep and husky and I sighed a smile, not believing what his was saying. "For waking me up?" I asked, eyebrows raised, and he nodded, an apologetic expression on his face and I cupped his face in my hand. He leaned into it, eyes closed, taking a deep breath and the intimacy of it made my heart jump. My other hand combing through his messy hair, small beads of sweat had collected at the roots and I could help but kiss him again, keeping him there for a little longer than necessary, breathing through the nose and revelling in the feeling of his lips pressed against mine, my hand combing through his hair again, pulling on it softly and he took a shaky breath against my lips. He leaned over me, supporting himself with one hand and placed the other on my chin, forcing my mouth open with his thumb, deepening the kiss, sneaking his tongue into my mouth. I couldn't help but moan, my hands traveling from his head, down his ribcage to his waist where I pushed him closer to me. He took another shaky breath, his hand on my chest, feeling my heart picking up speed. I got drunk on him, his taste, his smell, the way his body moved against mine send ripples over my body and I could feel how goose bumps covered my skin. He chuckled at my reaction, spurred on by it, sipped on my desire like a fine wine, his hands and lips moving over my body, making me come undone. I placed my legs over his waist, and he dug his fingers into my thighs, leaving my lips to sit up, basically pulling my lower half into his lap. I groaned at his impatient yearning, relished in him getting this worked up for me again, barely any pause in this never-ending appetite of his. I met his eyes, pupils dilated, and I could feel his heartbeat ticking in his wrist where he held me down. He looked ashamed again and I felt how his half-hard cock poked against my entrance as he broke eye contact. I was quick this time though, not letting him escape, cupped his face and turned his head so that he looked at me again. “It’s ok” “I can’t control myself… not with you… like this” He groaned, breathing shaky and he bit down hard on his lower lip, threatening to draw blood when I couldn’t help myself from spreading my legs and he gulped at the sight of me, wet and lost in indulgence. Cum from our previous session oozing out and I pressed two fingers against my clit, back arching involuntarily as pleasure shot through my body. His grip on me tightened, a moan escaping his lips and I felt him twitching against me, pearls of pre-cum dripped from the tip and smeared on my inner thigh. My heart fluttered at the sight of him losing it again, eyes black from the incitement and I choked on my breath when his hands rubbed circles towards my waist, taking a hold of them instead. I met his eyes, nodding silently as he lined up, keeping the eye contact as he entered me for the third time this night and I muffled a cry by biting down on my lower lip, feeling like I was going to explode. His hand reached for mine and I grabbed it, lacing our fingers together as he paused. The feeling of being fully inside me again made him shudder and he paused to feel the sweet moment of just staying connected as well. It was different this time, the intimate feeling that radiated between us made my heart clench and I pulled him down for a kiss before urging him to move with a snap of my hips. The obscene sound of cum leaking out of me to make place for his cock made him whine against my mouth, his thrusts hard and slow. He sat back up, head thrown back, the hand that wasn’t holding mine gripped my hip and he moved agonizingly slow, taking his time with me, watching my every reaction. A devilish smirk on his lips as he picked up the speed, and I cried out softly from the friction. But then he slowed down, almost immediately and choked out a chuckle when I swore at him. He adjusted, looking for my sweet spot and then groaned with satisfaction when I sharply inhaled, my fingers reaching between us. He had a perfect view from his position, eyes flickering from my face and to his cock, watching how the lips of my cunt swallowed around him as he pounded my body into the mattress. I held into him, my breathing coming out in short pants. “So beautiful Jagi, my Jagi... mine” he whispered, letting go of my hip to place the hand over my cheek, engulfing my body with his to kiss my lips again and I sobbed into them, pouring every feeling I’d ever felt for him into that kiss. Every minute of every hour that I’d been cheering him on, wanting nothing but success for him, for them, never being able to do much more with a minimum wage and loans over my ears. Loving him, or at least the version he displayed for the fans, fascinated by his work ethic, his passion for the music, the way he did everything he did so effortlessly, be it rapping, singing, dancing or composing. Hoping and praying for him and his health for these past months and all it took was just a minute and he decided to share all that was him with me. I held onto him, breathing every word that I wanted to tell him, every feeling that I couldn’t express because I didn't want to push them on him. We shared a moment now, a moment that would change when the sun went up. “Don’t stop” I whispered, feeling how I was standing at the edge, ready to topple over at any second. He moaned, closing his hand around my throat in a soft grip, putting pressure on my windpipe with his thumb. There was a wildfire in those black eyes of his and it felt like I was dancing with the devil, and I threw my head back, submitting to the feeling of falling. Hongjoong choked out a gasp at the sight of me, picking up his speed to chase down his own high and I forced my eyes opened to watch him as he reached his limit. Mouth falling open, eyes squeezed shut and body involuntarily jolt against mine, erratic, filling me up again and I held onto him. The sight and my feelings shook me to the core and tears filled my eyes faster than I could stop them. He slumped against me, not bothering with the courtesy of holding himself up but I didn't mind. The pressure of his body on mine felt good and I bit onto my lips, my fingertips caressing his back and I looked out the window to see the moon lower than when I woke up. Just a couple of hours, two at most and the sun would be up. I swallowed and swallowed again, feeling how a big lump of anxiety formed there pushing my tears to fall and I blinked, tried to fight the feeling off but it couldn’t be helped. It only took a moment for Hongjoong to notice my uneven breathing and he hoisted himself up, scared that he’d hurt me, fear in his eyes and I waved my hand in front of me, “It’s not you, don’t go” I whined, cringing at my own desperation as I pushed him down on my body again with a hand on his back. He gave me a worried look, “Jagi…” he trailed off, not knowing how he could express his concern to me in English and I smiled, “I’m fine really, I just... “I looked out the window again and he followed my sight, “I don’t want to go back to sleep” He nodded, a sombre look on his face before he stood up and walked towards the bathroom. “Come” He ordered, and I followed him, feeling how the mixture of cum and discharge trickled down my leg, hearing the shower faucet turn on. He turned away quickly as soon as I entered the lit-up room. Eyes strained at the bathtub as he adjusted the temperature before sitting down in the bathtub and made place between his legs, motioning for me to sit down as well. “If you want to clean” He gave me the shower head and looked away, holding the drain stopper in a death grip and my heart swelled with gratitude as I cleaned myself, holding back a moan when I realized the amount he’d put in my body. I could feel him tensing up behind me at the wet noises I produced, and I was impressed with the self-control he had. I handled him the shower head again and he gave me the drain stopper before putting on the faucet at full power, the lukewarm water nice and chill on my heated skin and I leaned back at his chest with my eyes closed. He moved away my hair from my shoulder, placing a kiss over my collarbone and I wanted to pause time, to put this memory in a treasure box and keep it safe so that I'd never forget it. Minutes passed as the bath filled up and I probably would’ve fallen asleep if the water was warm and my back would be pressed against anyone else then Hongjoong. His breathing was soft and regular against me and I was sure that he’d fallen asleep, but his voice told me different. He turned off the faucet, the water dangerously close to the edge and asked, embarrassment in his voice, “I never ask you, your name?” I snorted, amused as I realized the same thing and told my name without hesitation, smiling from ear to ear when he tried, and failed, to pronounce it. He asked me about my age, my family, both the one I was born into and the one I’d created with people closest to me, where I grew up. I asked back, curious about his life, about his pain and passion. We got up eventually and dried up, not stopping the endless conversation about everything from where the universe began to what I was going to watch on Netflix that evening. We were so lost in conversation that we didn’t realise the sun painting the sky a white yellow. The noise of knocking, however made us froze and the voice I recognized as Hongjoong’s manager said something in Korean that I couldn't make out, only guessing that he wanted him to wake up and get ready to continue traveling. Hongjoong answered and I could hear how the manager's shoes clambered away down the corridor. I looked out the window, first now realizing that time was up, “It’s time, Jagi” Hongjoong said what I was thinking and gave me a sad smile. I felt my heart broke, landing in the bottom of my stomach like glass shatters on stone floor, violently and piecing sharp and it was as if I got gutted, losing my breath completely as tears swelled over in my eyes, “Don’t cry Jagi, I promised. Only you this time, no one else” I nodded, feeling like I couldn't even swallow back my agony, the lump in my throat aching and I tried to breathe deep, to calm down, embarrassed by my reaction. This wasn’t a breakup; we’d had our moment, but I still felt empty as I took another deep breath and looked up. He took my breath away, standing in front of the window, the young morning sun like a halo surrounding him and I bit my lip as he took two fast steps toward me, embracing me with all his might before locking his lips with mine in one final kiss. I felt like we were in the climax of a movie, holding onto each other like two star struck lovers. He cupped my face, deepening the kiss and I sobbed breathlessly, tasting the salt from tears on my lips as he flushed his body against mine, gasping for air when my hands clasped the hair in the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. We parted, eventually, panting for air, still holding onto each other. He moved a strand of hair that felled into my face, brows furrowed, wearing an expression of grief and I wondered silently if it was because he was going to miss the sex or if he felt the same electric feeling shooting through him, one that made his heart flutter and butterflies fly around like crazy in his belly, that I felt when I touched him. I decided that I didn't want the answer since both would only make it harder for me to leave. “I will see you again Jagi, I promise” He held out his pinkie and I took it, taking a deep breath and turning around to walk out. “Wait” He exclaimed and walked over to his travel bag, rummaged around for a bit before he pulled out a simple black sweatshirt, “It's cold… I trust you, this my favourite. Keep it… safe. Until next time” I pulled it over my head and the smell of him surrounded me and I couldn’t help myself from sniffing the collar, his perfume present and I nodded, “I will” He gave me a smile and I opened the door, looking both ways to see if the coast was clear, giving Hongjoong one final look before stepping outside. “Bye Jagi” he said, and I swallowed again, “Bye” My voice broke and I looked away, my walking quick as I almost ran towards the elevator. Not being able to stay any longer.

.........

2 months later and I was watching Tv when the notification signal on my phone went off. There was a new retweet from Ateez, originally from MPD, hashtagged #Ateez1stWin. My heart jumped and I watched the snipped of them blowing out the candles on a cake and my heart swelled, proud over them to get the recognition they deserved. My eyes lingered on Hongjoong, the red hair and white clothes made him seem unreal, like a dream. Sometimes I questioned that I ever met him that cold, rainy day in April and seeing him, them, like this, on their way to become famous artists only made the feeling more distant. Gifs of them kissing the cup appeared and someone tweeted "Finally these boys can have their phones back" with an angel emoji and I put away my phone just as it buzzed again, another notification dropping in and I suddenly remembered one of the last conversations we had the morning before my departure. I’d asked why he didn’t have his own phone and he explained, as well as he could, that it was something that all companies did to keep their trainees and rookies in shape and to work collectively towards one goal; A first win. My heart pounded when I opened the notification that was sent from an unknown number:

[15:06] Jagi?

[ukulelecal]

Work of Art

In which you see Calum at the Louvre...and then again at the grocery store.

Warnings: none

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Requested By: Anonymous

“can I suggest a 5sos request (possibly Calum) where say you're a stranger and happen to be visiting the city they're currently on tour in and you both make eye contact but thats all and then weeks later after tours over you run into him again in the pet isle in a store and he can't believe it's you, you're all he's been thinking about“

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“Ok I'm the same anon who submitted the CalumXStranger meeting one and like hear me out I have more details I've pictured them to be in Paris, specially spotting each other at the Louvre and Cal would tweet something like "how can a stranger be more beautiful than any painting in the Louvre" and idk I've been listening to a song by Sabrina Carpenter called "Mona List" and the song just fits this so well I'm in love thank you“

Requests are OPEN!

*Gif not mine*

Calum loved Paris.

He loved the sights, the food, the people, the language. He loved everything about the city, about the whole country. It was always one of his favorite stops on tour.

This time around, the guys happened to have a day off during their time in Paris, and they fully intended on spending the whole day sightseeing and indulging in some French culture. Calum was ecstatic to explore the city, even though he had been there before.

You had similar plans.

Your friend was spending the year studying in France, and she convinced you to come visit her for a week or two. You were a tad hesitant at first, just because it was a big trip to make by yourself, but you did miss her dearly, so you agreed to come.

Your friend, Tess, was studying in Lyon, but she promised that you two would go to Paris, per you insisting it wasn’t a trip to France unless you got to see the Eiffel Tower. She agreed, and today was one of the days you were going to be spending in Paris. The plan for the day was mostly to play it by year, but there was one thing on the agenda; the Louvre.

Tess lead the way, and soon enough the intricate building came into view. Your eyes widened as you took it all in. If the outside was this beautiful, you could hardly imagine how breathtaking the art on the inside would be.

“Have you been here before?” You asked Tess as you made your way inside, hopping in line to buy tickets.

“Yeah, I’ve come a couple times,” she answered, shrugging. “Still haven’t seen everything, though. I doubt I ever will.”

You snorted, shaking your head. You knew the place was huge. You would need multiple days to see it all.

Once you made it through the line and got your tickets, Tess quickly took off towards wherever the Mona Lisa was, babbling about how surreal it is to see it in person. You only half listened, the rest of your focus on taking in the sights around you. Just being at the Louvre was crazy, and you wanted to take it all in.

You finally reached the room where the famous painting was hung, and just like you would have figured, there was a big crowd around it, everyone trying to get a glimpse. Tess sighed from beside you.

“Just wait behind them, we’ll get up there,” she mumbled, and you followed her instructions, stepping behind the people at the back of the crowd.

You glanced around at the other paintings as you waited, pulling your phone out to snap a few pictures. You took small steps closer as people left, the people behind them filling in the space at the front.

Calum was at the Louvre, too.

He was with the guys, Andy, who was having an absolute field day taking pictures of everything, and a few other people who were touring with them. Calum was quiet for the most part, mostly just trying to admire the art and occasionally pose for Andy’s pictures when he asked.

Then, he saw you. And he couldn’t look away.

You were just a stranger, standing there, trying to get a close look at the Mona Lisa. Somehow, you managed to be more beautiful than any piece of art in the whole museum. You were a work of art on your own.

The moment your gaze turned to him, Calum’s heart skipped a beat.

Your eyes locked, and your breath caught in your throat.

He looked familiar. You had definitely seen him somewhere before, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint where. No matter what, he was gorgeous. Like, really gorgeous.

Before either of you had the chance to do anything, to approach the other or even smile, Calum was being dragged away by Luke, forcing him to tear his eyes away from you. You watched him walk away for a moment, before forcing your eyes back ahead of you.

It almost seemed like the rest of the art Calum saw in the museum was ruined for him. It was all still amazing, but it just couldn’t compare. Not to you. He knew he was probably never going to see you again, but he just couldn’t get the image of you out of his mind.

As for you, you were just trying to figure out where you knew him from. Was he famous? Did he live near you and you had seen him around town before? You had no clue, but it was bugging you.

You finally stepped up to the barrier in front of the painting, staring at it with wide eyes. It was beautiful...but that mystery man definitely wasn’t bad either.

Later in the day, Calum was on his way back to his hotel. They all needed to rest up after a long day of sightseeing, before their show tomorrow. He slipped his phone out of the pocket of his jeans as the drove, opening Twitter and starting a new tweet.

“How can a stranger be more beautiful than any painting in the Louvre?”

He hit send and dropped his phone in his lap, gaze averting out the window. Paris was all lit up, Calum almost squinting at the brightness of it all.

It was beautiful, but still not as beautiful as the one piece of art he saw at the Louvre. You.

…

It had been about a month and a half since you got back from France, with your camera roll full of photos and memories to keep forever. It was a great little vacation, but now you were back to everyday life. School, work. Not sipping coffee at a Parisian café.

It was a typical Saturday. Since you didn’t have work, you needed to go and run the errands that you had been putting off for way too long. You were running pretty low on food, both for yourself and for your dog, and you had been meaning to go to the bank for a while now.

After you gave a good petting to your dog and reminded him that he’s a good boy and that you love him, you headed out the door. First stop; grocery store.

You made the drive and hopped out, immediately heading towards the pet aisle once you were inside. Dog food was the first thing on your list.

That’s when he saw you.

He was out shopping for a new leash for his dog - the one he had was pretty old, starting to wear away - when he spotted you, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you browsed the bags of dog food, searching for the brand you usually buy.

He could barely breathe, doing a double take to make sure it was actually you. After all those weeks of him trying but failing to push the image of your face out of his mind, trying to forget the stranger he was convinced he would never see again, but here you were, standing right in front of him again. He couldn’t believe it. You were just as beautiful as he remembered.

Before he could even think about his actions, he was walking up to you and tapping you on the shoulder. He didn’t even think about how crazy you were going to think he was, how weird this was going to seem. He didn’t really care, either. You were actually here.

You turned towards the source of the tap on your shoulder, eyes widening slightly when you saw who it was. The boy from the Louvre.

You had figured out who he was the second you got back to your hotel after your day in Paris. You were boredly scrolling through social media when his face suddenly popped up on your feed. It didn’t take long for you to determine he was Calum Hood, bassist in 5 Seconds of Summer. It was definitely cool that you saw him, but you didn’t really think much of it. It’s not like he was going to remember you specifically or anything.

You were starting to question that now.

“Hi,” he breathed, running a hand through his curls. He paused for a moment, as if trying to think of what to say. “Okay, you’re probably going to think I’m insane, but I saw you, last month in Paris. At the Louvre.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. How could he possibly remember you, of all the people he probably saw and met there? It kind of made you feel special.

“Yeah, yeah, I remember you. By the Mona Lisa,” you replied, slowly nodding your head in recollection.

He smiled, bright like the Eiffel Tower at night, and oh boy, did he have a nice smile. It was real, and he was so glad that you actually did remember him and weren’t running away from him.

“Yes, that room.” He averted his eyes for a second, before bringing the chocolate brown orbs back to you. “I just wanted to say...I saw a lot of art that day, but you were definitely the prettiest work of art there.”

Heat rose quickly to your cheeks, and you smiled sheepishly, looking down at your shoes. It was cheesy, beyond cheesy, yet flattering. Your heart was pounding so loud in your chest you were afraid he could hear it, and you found yourself wanting to see more of him.

“That’s sweet,” you mumbled, bringing your gaze back up to him. He grinned, mentally cheering because you didn’t make fun of him for the stupid line.

“What’s your name, dear?” He asked evenly, head tilting slightly to the side. Your heart skipped a beat at the pet name, suddenly wanting to throw yourself at him and never let go.

“Y/N,” you replied, stickinging your hands in the pocket of your jacket. “What’s yours?” You already knew the answer to that, but it didn’t matter.

“Calum,” he said. He looked around the store for a moment and then looked back to you. “How about, we finish shopping here and then I take you out for lunch, Y/N?”

You grinned, nodding your head quickly.

“I would love that, Calum.”

He smiled in response.

“Meet me by the doors when you’re done, then.”

With that, you parted ways, finishing up your shopping and then meeting him at the front doors.

You still needed to go to the bank, but that was just going to have to wait for another time. You had other plans.

A/N pt. 2: i would love to write for yungblud so send requests for him lol

[treasure-my-aurora]

Making Love Out of Nothing at All

A/n: Putting this on my side blog instead. Don’t you worry, yellow-beacon is my main. Sorry not sorry for putting this out in the tag again ♥

Pairing: Hongjoong / fem!Reader

Genre: Porn with Plot, Angst, Fluffy af 

Words: 12,767

Summary: This is just porn with angsty fucking plot. I supply wetness in your eyes and wetness in your pants. Reader is a barista who happens to meet someone she recognize just before closing up, is it fate? Probably not. Is it going to be happy ending? Probably not. I can’t write summaries for shits but give it a shot, you’re gonna love it ok, uwu

It'd been a quiet day with rain pondering down since lunch. The few patrons that were in the shop shuddered slightly from the sudden cold spring weather. They were scattered with a fair distance between them, as people often sat at cafes. I was cleaning the espresso machine and the working bench underneath, looking up from time to time to scan the perimeter of the cafe and making sure to be at close hand if someone needed something. A man standing outside in the pouring rain caught my glance. He was probably in his thirties and holding a big fancy camera, pointing it towards the cafe. I guessed that he was just a tourist that wanted to take a photo for future memories. I smiled for myself and went back to my cleaning. Looking back up 10 seconds or so later and the man was still there, taking photo after photo. A sudden rush of discomfort washed over me. My face was probably in all those photos and I just got the feeling that he was up to no good. A phone call seemed to interrupt his snapping and he hurried off quickly. I exhaled, maybe it was just me being paranoid. Time moved quickly, I was closing, finishing the last touches of cleaning when the last patron waved goodbye, “Thank you, bye” I yelled and waved back, hoping that she’d been the last one for today. I didn’t really have the time to help another patron. Another 5 minutes passed, and I was just about to go back to the office and get the keys when the doorbell emitted a soft clang as someone entered the door. A man, just slightly taller than I entered. He had a mysterious, almost cocky feeling about him, dressed in ripped washed outs, a grey trench coat and a black cap covered his eyes. A face mask covered the lower part of his face as well and I couldn’t see him properly until he was standing in front of me at the other side of the desk. I inhaled sharply when I recognized the chocolate browns that met mine. My stomach jumped and I gripped onto the desk hard to secure my footing, an embarrassing gesture but I couldn’t care less at that moment. “Hi” He said, as confidently as he could, but the accent still broke through. I gulped, not really trusting my own voice just yet. There was a pause for only a few seconds, and the man pulled down the face mask down his chin revealing a cute button nose and lips that were pulled in an uncertain smile, “You know me?” he asked, a bit hesitant with my lack of reaction. I bit my lip and cleared my throat, feeling how my face heated up, suddenly self-conscious of my looks. The 9 hours of sweating, messy hair, smeared makeup, syrup on my hands and underarms and with coffee powder covering my body like a sheen layer didn’t do me justice. Because the man was someone I'd only met in my dreams, a man I admired, looked up to and loved, and my heart skipped before I opened my mouth, “Yes, I know you. You are Hongjoong” he gave me a relieved look. I looked around; I couldn’t understand that he was there. I’d entered some fan competitions lately, but I think I'd remembered if the prize would’ve been a private meeting. Was there a hidden camera? I looked over at the door, prepared for my friends to run in, laughing. I asked him about my suspicions and while he laughed, my heart pounded. I bit my lip, nervous that I’d made a bad first impression for making assumptions while he waved his hands in front of him. “No no, no camera, no prize, Just me. I need… to see you” It seemed like even though it took him a moment to articulate the words, he understood what I said. He let out a small noise of frustration, “How should I… are you Yeodonseang or Noona?” I felt my heart skip, and my face flushed, “Noona” I answered and Hongjoong nodded slowly, biting softly on his lower lip, seemingly lost in thought for a moment and my still confused heart was racing. I blurted out before I could stop myself, “What are you doing here?” I swallowed, hoping that I didn’t offend him with my straightforwardness. He didn’t mind but also didn’t seem to understand exactly what I was asking, “I had concert yesterday. Today we have… free time” I nodded and pressed on, “But what are you doing here?” emphasizing the “here” He opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted when the bell above the door rang, marking that someone entered. Hongjoong froze and quickly pulled the mask over his mouth again. He didn’t have to worry though, a big man in his fifties looked over at us and I yelled out a small, “Sorry, we’re closed” “Doesn’t look like it” He scoffed under a big moustache, eyes squinting and beer belly peeking out from underneath the shirt he was wearing. “I was just about to get the key” I lied, gave Hongjoong a glance which he returned, eyes peeking up from underneath the fringe, the twinkle in them made me breathless and I turned on my heel quickly. I took the chance to change into my civil clothes when I walked past the changing room. Taking a moment to remove the makeup under my eyes with a paper towel and wash my hands. A pair of ripped blacks hugged my legs and I thanked my lucky star for deciding to wear an Ateez band shirt before I grabbed my bag and jeans jacket as well. I grabbed the key in the office, my heart was doing somersaults and I took a deep breath before walking back in. The man was gone but Hongjoong wasn’t. The locks from his mullet peeked out from underneath the cap, resting on the collar of the coat as he was standing with his back toward me, watching the rain outside, protected from curious eyes by the one-way shaded windows. “I’m just going to…” I trailed off and walked to the door, locked it and then turned around to see him smiling at me. He motioned with his hand at my shirt. “You are Atiny, I know... I” he fought to find the right words while I killed the main lights, setting a dim and cosy atmosphere. I motioned for him to join me on the sofa in the far back where we would be basically invisible to the people outside. He removed his cap, running his fingers through the long hair, “I saw you yesterday, driving past us in the city. You like loud music, I heard “Say my name” You were singing, dancing, rapping” He wiggled his shoulders, a playful smile on his lips. I bit the insides of my cheeks, ashamed that I both, were so lost in my mind that I'd totally missed them, and that Hongjoong had seen my awkward dance moves because God knows I couldn’t dance at all. A sound of regret exited from my lips and I hid my face in my hands as my face flushed an even deeper red than before. “No no, you very cute, don’t hide” The playful smile turned into one with warmth, “So, I want to... talk” “Talk?” I asked, getting increasingly more confused where things were going to go. He ran his fingers through his hair, an awkward expression on his face and he wet his lips, “I want to meet you, not only see you. Want to hear your voice, make you laugh” I couldn’t help but stare, still in disbelief that he was sitting there in front of me, and now talking about how much he wanted to see me that my heart jumped, my breath choked and the ends of my ears matched the colour in my face. He played with the ends of his hair, almost shyly and with the same look of disbelief in his eyes that were in mine. Like I was the famous idol he’d been longing for. “You are very beautiful. My heart…” His voice had dropped an octave, from embarrassment of not being able to explain how he felt. He drummed softly on his chest in the rhythm of fast heartbeats and I wanted to hide my face in my hands again, “You seem so happy, listening to us. I've had dream, all day, planning how... I could meet you. I needed to be… careful. My members... didn’t want me to but… I had to” My heart was beating fast in my chest. If he’d been anyone else, a normal everyday human, I’d run as fast as my legs would take me. But Hongjoong wasn’t just an everyday person and even though he was from a smaller company, still fresh from debut, he couldn’t risk being seen like we were right now. Therefor the silent stalking and planning. The whole situation was still so unreal, and I pinched my thigh to make sure that I hadn’t fainted on work and this was all just a dream. It hurt, my brows furrowed from the pain and I played it off like confusion. The whole situation seemed so random. Thinking back, I couldn’t even remember a situation yesterday where they could’ve hidden out of my sight, and the fact that only a minute top had been enough for him to want to see me again made butterflies explode in my stomach. “How did you find me?” I asked, curious. “My manager” he answered, almost proud of his accomplishment of finding me, a smile on his lips again and I remembered the man that had taken photos of what I'd thought was the cafe earlier. Seemed like my gut was right about that one. Hongjoong rested his face on his clasped knuckles and watched me like I hung the moon and all the stars. I’d gotten an explanation, but I was still as confused as ever. I know I looked good with a face of make-up and body in certain angles, but I was all and all just an average girl, with average looks, average weight, height, living an average life… And he was, well, Hongjoong. What else could I say? He looked amazing, from the tousled mane of hair, to the challenging twinkle in the brown of his eyes, the pink tinted lips. I didn’t even need to get started on his body. He had that casual feeling of just throwing something on and look amazing, his clothes slim and form fitting, giving me a nice view of how well he was built. I suddenly got conscious of my own body as his seemed to not have one ounce of fat. I bit my lip and averted my eyes, suddenly shy. Still finding the whole situation bizarre, the man I'd been daydreaming about since their debut last year was just sitting there, watching me with a small smile on his lips. I finally found the courage to ask what I'd been wondering since he introduced himself. “Why me?” “Ah, Jagi” He sighed, overdramatically, like I was insane for ever questioning it, “Why not?” My mouth clamped shut. I didn’t have an answer for that. I couldn’t really argue when I didn’t know how I looked in his eyes. I must've worn a surprised expression because he half whispered, half chuckled "Cute" in Korean and before I realized what had happened, he took my hands in his across the table. The feeling of electricity ran through my body and my mind paused to process what was happening before it screamed at me to let him go, that I shouldn't touch him. His breath hitched, it was subtle, but I noticed and wondered if he felt the same feeling. I tried to let him go but he kept me there, comforting but firm, locking his gaze with mine and I could feel myself melting. “I… know how you feel. I’m idol… but I’m human, like you, ok? 10 fingers, like you…” He rubbed the palms of my hands with his thumbs, tracing across my fingers with his “A beating heart, like yours” He pulled me closer, across the table and pressed my open hand over his heart. It was beating fast, possibly even faster than mine. “Why you Jagi? Why not the girl I saw on our concert, she was cute too. Singing, dancing, rapping, like you…” He paused and gulped, eyes flickering from my eyes to lips since I got significantly closer from him pulling me over the table. “You are… special, you are something else… Noona” He breathed out the last word, face flushing and let his tongue flick out, licking his lower lip before softly biting down on it, a shaky breath leaving his mouth. The warm, playful feeling that we’d had going on was blown away and I felt something else resonating in me. I’d never had an age kink, especially not on guys younger than me, but the way Hongjoong looked at me with the same intense look a predator had watching its prey, lit a flame in my body and I felt how my pulse picked up. The primal feeling of want and lust drenched me like a cold shower, the hair on my neck standing. He bit his tongue and gave me a look that reminded me of how he’d look at stage. He could feel what I felt, and he knew, was so sure of his charisma that it made him cocky. This was dangerous, the air around us suffocated me, his whole being had changed instantly and I didn’t yet know if I was nervous or excited. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and his fingers found their way to my face, stroking softly down my cheekbone with his fingertips, butterfly light over my throat to my neck where he stopped to grab a handful of hair. I choked out a moan and he chuckled breathlessly. “So sensitive. Good girl” He praised and guided my hand to his chest again, pressing it there for me to feel his racing heart again, encouraging me to come closer. “Not here, come” I said, and he followed in my steps as I guided us to the office in the back. I turned around with my back against the edge of the writing desk, the sight of him taking off his coat and throwing it to the side, running a hand through his hair and biting his lower lip, undressing me with his eyes already, made my knees weak. He slammed the door behind him close, hard enough to make the walls rattle and I clenched the edge of the desk behind me, thrilled and nervous. The light in the ceiling remained turned off, the only light in the room came from the window behind me, where natural soft light flowed in. He caught me in his arms and lift me up on the desk, separating my legs by standing between them. His forwardness made it hard to breathe and I gasped when he held onto me, the feeling of his skin against mine, made me shudder. How many times hadn’t I dreamed about this moment? For us to get lost in one another, devastated and ravaged until we couldn’t think. How many times hadn’t I fantasized about feeling like I did right now when his mouth placed butterfly kisses on my throat, his hands on my hips and mine pulling on his hair, my eyes towards the ceiling and my arousal already burning in my core. “Ah, Noona” He moaned in my ear and I gasped, placing my hands around his waist, urging him to come closer. He placed a hand on my chest, pushing on me to lay down and I inhaled sharply at the weight of him on my body, his lean figure pressing on me. I could feel how the muscles in his abdomen clenched to keep him up and make sure that I had breathing room. The picture I had of him changed in an instant. Hongjoong was strong, the parts of him that wasn’t lean was pure muscles and I shuddered. Both because the very apparent boner that poked against me and the realization that if he wanted to, he could do whatever he wanted to me, my own strength not even comparable. My legs rubbed against the sides of his hips wantonly and I pushed him forward with them slightly, grinding slowly. He realized, paused and locked gazes with me, suddenly shy that I could feel all of him. My stomach flipped and I feared that my neediness scared him, but I realized quickly that it wasn’t the case. The chocolate brown that previously had shined with cocky mischief and warm affection were now almost blown out. The black of his pupil had swallowed almost all. The tension between us could be cut by a butter knife and I gulped. The sound of it loud in the dead silent room. My heart was beating in my ears so loud that I was sure Hongjoong could hear it as well. “I’ve been waiting… to have you like this...” He brushed his hand over my cheek, and I leaned into his touch which earned me a small smile. “How did you know that this would happen?” I asked and he chuckled. “I hoped that you want me. We are 8. I’m lucky” I placed my arms around his neck, fingers playing with the long hair in the back, pulling on it softly, scraping my nails down his neck. He shivered involuntarily and I exhaled a smile, he was so sensitive to my touch. He was just about to dip down to place more kisses underneath my cheekbone again when the melody of a phone call made us both jump. He gave me a longing gaze that begged for forgiveness when he realized it was his that rang and took a step back away from my body. I immediately felt the loss of warmth and curled up on myself, sulky while he answered the call. I tried to not check him out but damn, he was making it hard for me, strutting around in those military boots, a clear dent in his pants still. My fingers itched to give myself some release, but I fought against the reflex, my arousal tense like a cord. I sat up again, still watching him with hooded eyes. Hongjoong answered the other person with a pout on his lips, a pout that soon changed into him biting his own tongue when he realized the intensity, I was watching him with. He finished the call, muttering things that sounded like swear words. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I… have to go. It was my manager; I must go back. We have… how do you say it… we can’t be outside alone for long" “Curfew?” I asked, a bit sad. My arousal still burning uncomfortable between my legs while Hongjoong nodded solemnly. The disappointment on his face made me yearn for him even more and I sighed, knowing there was nothing I could do. The sudden silence was deafening, and I felt tears in my eyes. Was this it? My dream, this moment, over? I know that I was the luckiest any Atiny had ever been but at the same time it sort of felt like I'd been desperately let down. “Don’t feel sad Jagi, I…” Hongjoong started and I was happy that he’d changed back to calling me Jagi, fearing that I’d jumped him then and there if he called me Noona again, “I’m not supposed to but maybe…” He grabbed a block of sticky notes at the desk and wrote down a number, and two names, “This is my room, my manager, and my… fake name. I have staff in the reception” He told me the name of the hotel and made me repeat it a few times to make sure that I remembered it. He gave me another look of longing, put on the cap that had been resting on the table we sat at and fished the face mask out of the pocket of his jacket. “Two hours Jagi” He said, and I could only nod, excitement making my heart pound. I unlocked the door and let him out, before collecting my own stuff and was out the door in the same moment I saw him rounding a corner.

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I’d taken a shower, thankful to the manager I’d been cursing earlier, feeling more confident while clean. I looked over my collection of underwear and lingerie. Was there really something that was too much in a moment like this? As much as I wanted to make him speechless, I didn't want it to seem like I was dressing up too much. Like he’d said before, we were both human. I scoffed, frustrated because time was ticking, and I'd rather die than being late. I reasoned back and forth with myself finally deciding that I only had one chance to make an impression and the matching black set that I only saved for special occasions hugged me in all the right places, the lace and cotton soft on my skin. I decided on simple black slacks and a woollen grey sweatshirt, blow dried my hair and put on basic makeup. If things went as I hoped, I didn't want to leave half a face of makeup in his bed. Time passed quickly and soon the taxi I’d called the moment I got home, waited for me. I took a final glance in the mirror in my hallway, my heart pounding with excitement. I told the hotel name to the driver and we were there in less than 15 minutes. It was a five star one and the taxi driver gave me a subtle look of suspicion, checking out my clothes while I paid, as if I wore a cocktail dress underneath. My hands shook a little when I entered the reception, holding onto the sticky note Hongjoong had given me as if it was my lifeline. As I closed in on the desk, I remembered that I didn’t had an idea how Hongjoong’s manager looked like. I never got a good look at him when he was taking those photos outside in the rain earlier today and when I scanned the reception, no one there looked even remotely like him. My heart sank like a boulder to the bottom of my stomach. I was not going to give up, however and decided that I’d fight my way in if I had too. I started with the woman at the desk. She gave me a small pleasant smile, more so because she had to than her being happy to see me, eyes scanning my clothes with the same suspicion as the taxi driver. “Hi, there is someone I'm looking for. He’s supposed to show me to a room?” The woman squinted at me, a curious look of perplexity and concern in her eyes which quickly changed when I handled her the note with the name and supposed alias. She gave me the kind of respectful and slightly jealous smile that you’d give a person that’d just won something and reached for the phone on her desk. She called out a name and within 10 seconds a man excited an elevator at our left. I recognized him and he called out for me with an awkwardly long distance between us. “Hey beautiful girl, come with me” I wanted to sink through the floor when at least 15 people turned their heads towards us and I hung my head, embarrassed. “The note” The manager ordered as soon as the doors closed and I gave him the sticky note, he looked at it from a longer distance than needed, as if he was farsighted but refused to wear glasses. He nodded and gave it back to me, “You should be honoured. You’re the first on this tour, he has been holding out surprisingly long, considering we’ll be done in a few days” My whole body froze to ice when he mentioned that I was the first one, meaning that there had been others in the past and most likely would be more in the future, probably more than he could remember. I cursed my stupid heart for thinking just for a second that I was special in any way. He was an idol, and with the look and charisma he had, fans were ready to serve themselves on silver plates for him. Just like I'd done. The manager noticed the change of mood and reassured me, “Don’t worry, you might still be the only one this time, it has happened before” “Thank you” I forced out, just as the elevator stopped, the words left a bad taste in my mouth. “Go left and then right at the next corner” The manager said and bowed slightly. I bowed back, simply because it felt better since he was my elder. The feeling of conflict weighed on my shoulders. I walked down the corridor, my steps heavy, pausing when I reached the door and I checked again if I was at the right room. I stared at it, debating on whether to knock or just turn away and forget about this whole situation. I didn’t want to be just one of many, no one did, and it didn’t matter that he was an idol. Everyone wanted to imagine that they were special. Was the reward good enough? I asked myself. I felt like my heart was breaking and tears threatened to swell over. But if I walked away now, he’d find someone else and I honestly couldn’t live with the fact that I could’ve had the night of my life. I took a deep breath and tapped at my tear canals, as if the movement would force the them back. I knew that this was one night, and then he’d be gone. This was their first time in Europe, and I was hellbent on being the only one he’d come back to. Telling myself this as a mantra helped and I knocked on the door. Only a few seconds passed before it was pulled open and he was standing there, looking as wonderfully ethereal as a dream. He’d changed as well, wearing a grey dress shirt and black slacks, only socks and barefaced. I wet my lips, wondering how I even considered walking away. He smirked, gave me a playful look and I swallowed down the nervous feeling that threatened to take my voice away, “We’re matching” He said, voice amused and husky and chuckled when I realized as well, “We sure do” my voice shook a little from the pressure of choking down tears earlier and the anxiety of my thoughts. I wanted, needed for him to remember me and only me. Ready to seduce him with every might in my body, I turned it into a play that immediately turned out to be harder than I thought when Hongjoong’s expression changed. A look of worry made his eyebrows furrow and mouth to be pressed into a thin line as he stood aside to invite me in. “Are you ok?” He asked and the concern felt like an arrow to the heart. I paused with my answer as I entered the room, everything from the cream coloured walls to the crisp white sheets on the bed spoke of luxury and I glanced out the window. We were on the 20th floor and the city lights was like an ocean underneath us. I nodded slightly before taking a deep breath, talking while exhaling. “Yeah, I’m fine” Hongjoong sat down on the bed, legs crossed, and I bit down on my lip, imagining how he’d look, laying on his back, hair sprawled across the pillow and the same blown out black eyes he’d had earlier at my cafe. I licked my lips and fought the urge to jump him then and there. He motioned with his head to the place next to him and I felt a familiar flame crackling in the pit of my stomach. “Tell me” His voice had a dead serious tone and I realized I’d been busted, “My members don't like talk. But... I know" I pressed my lips together, feeling how my ears flushed red from the shame. I looked down at my hands, the anxiety made my hearth race. I took a deep breath and decided to just get it over with it. Hongjoong was determined and I know that there wasn’t an idea to try and convince him. “Can I… be your only one in Europe?” I muttered and Hongjoong squinted, not able to pick up a word I said. I looked away; my heart pounded so fast that I could hear it in my ears. I fell back on the bed in a weak escape attempt from his burning eyes and looked up at the white ceiling instead, taking a deep breath while I felt my face heating up, “I said, can I be your only one in Europe?” “My only one?” he repeated, puzzled. I imagined the small wrinkle that showed up between his eyebrows when he didn't understand something but refused to look at him, scared that I'd chicken out and be unable to continue, “Your manager told me, that I was the first on this tour. He seemed surprised, almost impressed that you’d managed to hold on for so long and I really thought that I…” I swallowed, and sighed heavily, trailing off, “I’m just stupid, imagining things that weren’t there… I'm, I'm sorry… I’m making a fool out of myself” I hid my face in my hands feeling how the flush had crept down my neck, ashamed of the whole situation. I felt the bed dip and I could hear how he moved over to my head, carefully removing my hands from my face, a small smile on his lips. Eyes crinkled with warmth and I gasped breathlessly as his touch send ripples across my skin. “I said before, I like talking...” My eyebrows furrowed and I looked over at him as he scooted back slightly to lean against the headboard of the bed, “I talk with Atiny… I surprise… them, we talk” I could hardly believe my own ears, was this really what the manager thought we were going to do as well? Just talk? Was it just my own nasty thoughts that believed him to have a girl in every capital? I felt even more ridiculous than before; I had seriously been on my way of walking out on a fantasy I'd had for 6 months because Hongjoong was a sweetheart who cared about his fans. “Told you, you are special Jagi. If you want, you will be the only one... this time” He smiled from ear to ear and I could honestly cry but fought against it as he motioned for me to come up to him. I laid next to him instead, my head resting on his chest and his fingers in my hair and it felt like I was blushing from head to toe, “I choose you and I know I made the right choice” he whispered now, leaving kisses and nuzzled into my hair. The pace of his heart picked up and looked up at him, only to get a kiss on the forehead instead. I bit down on my lips from the sudden sweet gesture, holding back the shyness that flooded through my body. Hongjoong chuckled softly and lied down properly, pulling me on top of him. The sweet moment was over in an instant as the sudden change of position send small shockwaves through my body. His hands on my hips felt like they were made to be there. I supported myself with one hand on his chest, feeling his heart fluttering like a trapped sparrow underneath. I couldn’t help but reach forward to swipe a strand of hair from his forehead and his brows furrowed like I’d burned him, he chewed softly on his bottom lip, eyes hooded. “Noona…” He whispered and I hummed a response, “I choose you because I hope you can… teach me” “Teach you?” I couldn’t help but ask as I leaned forward, planting a kiss just below his ear, where his carotid artery was. His pulse just next to it picked up in speed and I continued. My kisses sloppy mixed with soft nibbles and soon he was gasping underneath me. “Noona, please listen” He whined but I didn't, couldn’t. I loved the sounds he made and simply couldn’t control myself as I started to unbutton his shirt. I only undid one or two before I was manhandled to the side so that we switched positions, him holding me down at my wrists and coming dangerously close to my face, locking his eyes with me and I choked out a gasp. “Listen” He ordered, dominance radiating from his whole body as he pushed his entire weight on me and I submitted without question, his eyes black and hooded, and his half hard cock pushing against my clothed cunt. I gulped, the burn that my arousal emitted made me want to rub my legs together and I fought against it. The man that had been writhing underneath me was gone and I felt like this version of him was a force that could not be reckoned with. “I…” He paused, closing his eyes as his cheeks flushed but I didn't dare to make fun of his embarrassment now, “I have never… I mean, I have been close but never” He wet his lips, closed his eyes and took a deep breath before locking his gaze with mine again, “You are... my first” I choked on my breath, it felt as if I’d been punched in the stomach and Hongjoong looked away, ashamed of his lack of experience. My heart swam over with affection. I didn’t care whether it was about the time or opportunity or that he’d been saving himself up for a special moment, this was it. With me. I’d punch the air in victory but decided it was inappropriate and my conscious silence seemed to bring him down. I wet my lips and cupped his face in my hands. “Words can’t explain how happy you just made me. It’s an honour, and I know how I sound but you… you’re perfect, you’re lips, your eyes, your nose” My fingers brushed against his lower lip before traveling down his sides, “And this body…” My fingers reached forward, and I continued to unbutton his shirt, slowly, like I was opening a gift and I paused after pulling it over his shoulders. I’d imagined this moment more times than I could remember but nothing, not my wildest dream could compare with how he looked. He bit his lip still a bit shy but loving the attention I gave him, drank my desire for him like it was the only thing he craved and I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the muscles underneath the soft skin on his stomach, flex under my touch, “You’ve dreamed about today, I’ve dreamed for 6 months, about you…” I planted kisses on his throat again, earning a sharp inhale that turned into a gasp as my hands travelled across his chest, muscles clenching again under my light touches and I bit my lips at the sight, “Imagined you a thousand times, imagined a moment like this, getting myself off with a photo of you in my hand, never be able to have a one night stand without fantasizing that they were you” I raised my legs and rubbed my inner thighs against his hip, finally submitting to my own lust as my hands reached for my shirt before I pulled it off. A sharp inhale and his breathing sped up as he gazed down on me with hooded eyes. I took his hand and placed it on my hip, guided it down my thigh to the place between my legs where I craved his touch. “Why don’t you find out how wet I am for you?” Something snapped inside of him and he cupped my face, almost threatening to hurt us both with the level of intensity as he finally pressed our lips together. I gasped at the feeling, letting out a small sob and he growled almost animalistic in response, grabbing a handful of my hair to pull me closer, licking his way into my mouth and I obliged. He tasted like americano and toothpaste and I drank him up, gasping against his lips. It was sloppy, all lips and licks and nibbles and the sound of us bounced on the walls and I got drunk on it, on him. The desperate sounds he made as he softly grinded down on me drove me crazy and I responded with his movement, rolling my body against his, the smell of his cologne surrounding me made me weak and I took deep breaths of it, tried to memorize the smell of him in my mind. With one hand still in my hair, the other stroked down the side of my body and I flinched, slightly ticklish. He chuckled into the kiss and stroked down my skin again, putting in more pressure this time. “Fuck” I gasped for air against his lips, his hands where all over me, eager fingers slipping into the edges of my pants and he moaned against me when my fingers travelled from his chest, over his navel and the button of his slacks, finally cupping him over his pants. I couldn’t help but gasp when I got a better understanding of how big he was, licking my lips and gulped, my arousal coiling and butterflies of excitement fluttering in my stomach like something was chasing them. He didn’t waste a second and began to immediately dry humping my hand, greedy for the friction he craved. My heart jumped and I couldn't help but gasp again at his impatient action. “Noona… tell me what to do” He whined, keen on giving me as much of him as I gave him of me. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra but didn’t have to give him instructions before he leaned down and flicked one of the sensitive buds into his mouth, sucking lightly and let his teeth graze against them, a playful smile on his face when he looked up at me from underneath long lashes. Playfully teasing the other with his fingertips before switching. I was a gasping mess within seconds, fingers burrowed into his hair, pressing him closer and begging him not to stop. “You sure you haven’t done this before?” I asked, voice shaky and he chuckled, deep and guttural as he held me in place. My mind flashed back to a few moments earlier when we talked about my feelings and he was the sweetest person I’d ever talked to. That man was blown away and Hongjoong, the man that seemed possessed while performing, the one that had thousands upon thousands of girls quaking, had taken over. He was here, between my thighs, rutting against me without a plan to stop and my heart pounded in my ears, on its way of bursting with bliss and ecstasy. My lips found his again, and he panted between the kisses, lost in a trance, his body shaking as he grinded down on me again and I moaned, tears formed in my eyes from arousal. “Tell me what you want me to do” I whispered while planting wet kisses against his collarbone. He was unstoppable now, a complete mess and I pulled on the lining of his pants. Korean sputtered from his lips in a desperate rant and I interrupted, “English please” “Help me” He choked out, making eye contact with me and I choked on air. Eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed pink so gone in his own lust that it drove me crazy. I didn’t waste a second and pulled down the zipper of his slacks before closing it around his hard cock. He cried out, face contorted, mouth open and his face burrowed in the crook of my neck as if he was ashamed with how lost he was already. I gave his cock a few tugs and my mouth watered as I imagined how he would feel inside me. “Please, please…” Hongjoong gasped and pushed on my shoulders. Any other words weren’t needed, and I rolled us around again, so that I was on top. I kissed his collarbone, down his chest and stomach, taking my sweet time and lapping and nibbling on his skin as I went, soaking up the sound he made. The last kiss was placed just below his navel before I made eye contact with him again as I closed my hand around his cock again. He bit his lip, head thrown back at the pillows and his hair sprawled out on it as beautifully as I thought it would. He left me breathless and now it was up to me to do the same to him as I took him into my mouth without a second thought. What sounded like a whole list of swear words in Korean fell from his lips as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I hollow my cheeks and pressed up my tongue at the underside of him before licking my way up to the slit where I dipped my tongue. I couldn’t help but let out a moan at the taste, his taste, and felt my eyes tearing up as I watched him lose control. My own arousal was soaking my panties, but I didn’t care, placing all my focus on the man writhing underneath me. I went down on him again, repeating my action, bopping my head up and down, slowly but surely dipping him lower and lower into my throat until my nose touched his pubic bone. I swallowed around him, focusing on breathing slowly through my nose, saliva coating my chin and I looked up again, making eye contact with him. His eyes glossy, lips red from biting into them too hard, panting out short breaths and face and chest flushed pink and I moaned to the sight of him, sending ripples across his skin as he felt the vibrations of it, just laying there and taking all that I gave him. He placed his hand in my hair, gently and I melted in it, bopping my head again and he thrust up once, slightly to see if I minded. I usually did, but this was different, I knew that I wasn't going to be his only one. For this tour maybe, but I was going to be the first of many. He was just testing his waters with me and I was hellbent on making a perfect example on just how you were going to do it so that he never, no matter how many he’ll end up sleeping with, would find someone that was as good as me. So, I let him, and the thrusts got deeper, his hand pushing me down on his cock, using me only to get himself off and I could feel tears running down my cheeks from the stress it was causing in my throat. “Noona… please… I’m…” I paused, swallowed him down into my throat again and watched as he came undone, face contorted, his other hand twisting the sheets, body convulsing underneath me as hot spurts of cum ran down my throat and I choked and let him go before I could swallow. He cursed, hair tousled, chest heaving and cock twitching still, and I snapped a picture of this moment in my mind to carry with me. The sight of him in the tears of my eyes as magical as an aurora. I gave him a minute to come down from his high and felt my heart flutter when he opened his eyes again, meeting mine and rolled them at the sight of me, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he smirked. He pulled himself up to meet my lips again, kissing me chastely, teasingly and I swallowed, my heart pounding as he pushed gently on my chest. As soon as my back hit the bed, he was on top of me again, tasted my lips and moaning at the taste of himself on them. He let his mouth travel and placed butterfly kisses from my neck to my belly button, each of them leaving me shaking for more and I choked when he finally popped the button to my slacks. Taking the moment to fully undress himself as well. My panties were soon to follow, and he grinned from ear to ear when he realized how soaked they were. I hide my face in my hands, clenching my legs together, embarrassed by his eyes on me as he threw our clothes aside, voice hoarse and deep. “Let me see” He rubbed my thighs comfortingly and I separated them, earning a guttural growl from him when he finally saw my naked self, and the effect that he had on me. His fingers traced the inner side of my thighs and I clenched around nothing, so sensitive that the butterfly touches almost hurt. “Tell me…” He said, needing guidance in how I wanted him to proceed. “Touch me” I managed to get out and pressed two fingers at my clit, lazily rubbing myself, melting under my own touch. I grabbed Hongjoong’s hand and he mimicked me with the two fingers. I guided him and choked out a sob as the feeling of being filled exploded my senses when he reached beyond the folds, pushing his fingers knuckles deep into me. He seemed surprised by my reaction, thinking he’d hurt me and flinched away, but I kept him there, still with my hand around his wrist, “It’s good, don’t stop” I cried out softly, and felt my eyes roll back as I pumped his fingers. A gasp emitted from his lips at my sudden neediness, and he got the idea quickly, softly removing my hand and picking up the speed. “Good?” He asked and I nodded frantically, never wanting him to stop. My breathing uneven. “Can I… taste?” He met my eyes, black from lust and I couldn’t help but look down, gulping when I realized that he was already half hard again. Damn, I’d missed youngers guys and their infinite stamina. I nodded again, “Yes, God yes. Please” He bit down a smile of amusement at my enthusiasm before going down on me, pressing his tongue flat over my cunt, humming at the taste of it, still with his fingers inside me, his movements slower and I sobbed, bucking into his mouth. My reaction seemed to encourage him because he took another lick, pressing his nose against my pubic bone, a small smirk on his lips as he began eating me out and God, was the boy a natural. I was shaking within a minute, the sound of slurping as he drank my juices made my legs turn into jelly and stomach clench. He gently sucked my clit into his mouth, and I was a writhing mess underneath him. He came up for air, wet chin and hooded eyes and I felt my eyes tearing up from the vision. He noticed my intense stare and licked his lips, loving the taste and asked, “Did you dream? About this?” I bit my lower lip, nodding, not trusting my own voice at all and he smiled, a warmth in it that left me breathless. He slowed down his movements again and I really thought that was it but Hongjoong had other thoughts as he laid his other hand flat on the lower part of my stomach, letting out a small “Woah” and I chuckled at his reaction, “I can feel” he said, fascination in his voice and I smiled, a smile that changed into a groan when he dived back in for another taste, keeping his hand on my stomach, putting pressure on my uterus while at the same time pulling the hood on my clit up to make it more accessible . There is no way he hadn’t done this before, but I couldn't be bothered how right now, only thankful that he had the knowledge as he threatened to push me over the edge. His grunting became louder with mine and I raised myself up on my elbows, curious, only to curse when I noticed how he, in pure frustration, humped the bed, desperately craving friction. The look of him, so wantonly lost in his lust and him softly sucking on my clit again send me over and I grabbed his arm as I came, convulsing under his touch. He drank me up before pulling his fingers out of me, a look of fascination in his eyes when he separated his fingers and a string of cum connected them. He put the fingers into his mouth, sucking on them like he wanted to have every drop of me, and I gulped as he gave me a look, still with his fingers in his mouth. He went back with the same fingers, smearing the wetness there before bringing said fingers to my lips, I obliged and took them in my mouth. His eyes blinked, eyelids heavy and on half-mast as he suppresses a moan behind clenched teeth. He climbed on top of me, not giving me a chance to breathe, before he caught my lips, mouth open to welcome my tongue and I groaned at the feeling of us finally laying skin to skin, his weight on me so good that I had a hard time controlling myself. “Ah, wait” Hongjoong suddenly exclaimed and jumped off the bed to a shopping bag in the sofa at the other side of the room. He pulled out a package of condoms and I bit down on my finger to suppress a giggle at his adorableness, the mixed feelings of wholesomeness and devastation crossing in my stomach as he stood there, in all his glory. Honeyed skin, lean muscles, the long hair that reached passed his shoulders and cock stiff like a rock, blood filled red and smeared with pre-cum. I scooted up to the headboard, throwing myself on the pillow and reached down to play with myself, taking in every part of him and took a mental snapshot. Hongjoong finally looked up, not any wiser with the wrapper and took a shaky breath at the sight of me. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth before chewing it softly and I reached out for him as he joined me on the bed again. I broke the package and then showed him how to put it on, earning a gasp as I rolled it down. I laid down again, separating my legs and he placed himself between them. He leaned forward, grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers as I guided him in, cm by cm, adjusting to the sudden size and he burrowed his head in the crook of my neck, a cry erupted from his lips. I held my breath, and my back arched when he was finally sheathed inside me, the soles of my feet on his back, pushing him until he was balls deep. Shaky puffs of air in my ear made my skin prickle and I rubbed my thighs on the sides of his hips, stroking his chest with the hand that wasn’t being held and the touch seemed to wake him from the spell he was under because he snapped his hips, just slightly but I choked on my breath from the friction. He repeated the movement, more and more bold with every snap of his hips and soon he was thrusting into me, deep and dangerously slow. He cupped my face with his free hand and pressed his lips upon mine, it was sweet, loving and I turned into putty in his arms, rolling my body with his. I moaned with him as he picked up speed, locking his gaze with me as he pounded me into the mattress, his hand cupping my face still. “God Noona… so beautiful” I whined and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him down to my lips again, softly nibbling on the bottom and he inhaled sharply at the surprise. “Don’t be bad girl” He chuckled but I saw how a different fire had lit up in his eyes when I did that and I was going to push it as far as I could. I took the hand that cupped my cheek and placed it on my neck instead and he almost paused as I made him close his hand around it. His mouth fell open and his eyebrows raised, a cocky expression and I inhaled sharply when he picked up his speed again, showing no signs of getting tired. I reached between our bodies and pressed down on my clit, my head falling back against the pillow at the euphoric feeling of him so deep within me. The shortness of my breath spurring him on as he caressed my neck with his thumb. He licked his lips before leaning down again, darting his tongue out to lick across my lower lip before meeting mine and it was so sloppy and nasty, our breathing mixing together and I was close, I could feel it in my core desperately pushing down on my clit, Hongjoong looked like he wasn’t far from tipping over the edge as well. A few more thrusts and strokes over the hood of my clit and I fell, harder than I'd done ever before, my hearing blown out, body shaking and my vision blurring. “Hongjoong” I gasped out on the top of my high and he sobbed into my shoulder when hearing his name slip from my lips. It only took a few more seconds and he was gone as well, head thrown back and he screamed silently as I felt his cock twitching inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard into my ear and I closed my arms around his back in an embrace. He nuzzled into my neck, mindlessly placing a kiss there and I giggled softly at the ticklish feeling. We lay there for a few more seconds until the overstimulation of being inside of me became too much and he pulled out, earning a groan from both of us, before rolling off the bed, feet light on the floor as he walked to the bathroom. He motioned me to join him and I entered the room as he discarded the condom in the wastebin underneath the basin before he started the shower. He extended his hand and pulled me under the shower head, the other hand placed on my hip and a sudden domestic feeling washed over me as he reached for the soap, helping me with my back and shoulders, massaging them softly. I returned the favour, his hair reached longer than expected when straight and wet and I combed my fingers through it, earning a small moan of satisfaction. He turned around, and I could hear myself gasp still not believing that I got to share this moment with him, and he smiled, giving me a peck on the mouth before placing his arms around me, "Thank you, Jagi" I swallowed, realizing that this was the beginning of the end and felt tears collecting under my eyes, thankful that we were standing under the shower, "No, thank you… for trusting me and for giving me your first time" I rubbed the tears that threatened to fall out of my eyes, determined not to cry. We dried up and I was just about to reach for my clothes when Hongjoong's hand on my arm stopped my movements. "Stay?" He asked and gulped, voice almost a whisper and I looked up at him, surprised but over the moon and I could only nod as he led us to the bed again, pulling the covers around our bodies. He held me close, took the role as the big spoon and intertwined our hands over my chest. He placed a kiss on the nape of my neck, and I took a deep breath, feeling my heart racing from the butterflies in my stomach, endorphins pumping my brain full of serotonin and I leaned back against his chest, feeling his breathing as his chest rose. "Sleep Jagi, I'm here" Hongjoong whispered in my ear and I melted at his words, letting my body relax.

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I suddenly woke up not even realizing that sleep had overtook me, it was still dark outside, the room slightly illuminated by the moonlight above and city underneath, bathing us in dim lighting. I guessed that I'd only slept for a few hours. A groaning made me aware of what woke me up and I turned around, just as Hongjoong caught my gaze. His eyes were glossed over and his breath caught in his throat when he realised, he'd been busted. I licked my lips, my arousal turning on like a light switch and I reached my hand underneath the covers, placing my hand on his chest, trailing my fingers down his frame, earning a pitched gasp. He was fucking his own hand, pulling on himself while grinding, movements erratic and I wondered how long he must've been awake, watching me and slowly losing his composition. I swatted his hand away and he let out a moan when my fingers closed around him instead. His eagerness, the clenched eyes and biting at his own lips, savouring the feeling, had me wet in seconds, the burn ticking between my legs made me squirm. He groaned as I let him go to push a finger inside myself to make sure that I was wet and slick for him. The dirty look he’d send me changed soon as I climbed on top of him. He inhaled shakily, placing his hands on my hips, and I could feel him shaking from controlling his need to grind up against my ass. "I have an IUD, it's like a condom but already inside me. We could do it without… I understand if you don’t want to… but I'm healthy and I can't get pregnant… it's your choice" He sucked his lip into his mouth, eyes heavy and cheeks flushed at my proposition, his cock twitching at the thought of coming inside of me and I licked my lips, resisting the urge to roll my body back against him as he nodded, his hands gripping my waist harder as he rose me up. I guided him in, my head thrown back and my breath came out in short pants as I felt him naked inside me. Hongjoong let out a choked sob from the feeling of being so deep into me again and I clenched around him, teasing him and he inhaled sharply, bucking his hips into me, head thrown back, blinded by lust. He pulled at my waist, encouraging me to move and moaned, guttural and hungry as I did just that. I placed a hand on the bedpost, the other in his hair as I ride him, arching my back and he placed both hands on my ass, helping me with the rhythm, his breathing laboured. He wouldn't last long, already ahead of me before we even started and I pushed my hand between us to furiously rub my clit, racing the finish line with him. I leaned down to catch his lips and he cried into my mouth, the thrusting irregular and offbeat and I clenched around him, urging him on as my tongue met his in another open kiss. His hands on me tightened and I brushed away hair that stuck to his forehead just in time to see his face contorted, just a beautifully as it had the first time. His back arching and head burrowing back into the pillow as he stilled his movements, his whole body tensing up from shooting his cum deep into me and I gasped at the feeling, riding out his orgasm, milking him completely dry. He pushed me away soon after and I was only offended for the few seconds it took for him to place himself between my legs. I gasped as he wasted no time, pushing three fingers into my cumfilled cunt, smirking from ear to ear at the squelching sound it made and my fingers immediately pushed down on my clit, happy that he'd noticed and was down to taking care of my orgasm as well. He pushed me over the edge faster than I wanted to admit, praising me with soft words and making sure to not leave my body until I was down from my high. We breathed deep for a minute before he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on my lips, "Sorry" his voice deep and husky and I sighed a smile, not believing what his was saying. "For waking me up?" I asked, eyebrows raised, and he nodded, an apologetic expression on his face and I cupped his face in my hand. He leaned into it, eyes closed, taking a deep breath and the intimacy of it made my heart jump. My other hand combing through his messy hair, small beads of sweat had collected at the roots and I could help but kiss him again, keeping him there for a little longer than necessary, breathing through the nose and revelling in the feeling of his lips pressed against mine, my hand combing through his hair again, pulling on it softly and he took a shaky breath against my lips. He leaned over me, supporting himself with one hand and placed the other on my chin, forcing my mouth open with his thumb, deepening the kiss, sneaking his tongue into my mouth. I couldn't help but moan, my hands traveling from his head, down his ribcage to his waist where I pushed him closer to me. He took another shaky breath, his hand on my chest, feeling my heart picking up speed. I got drunk on him, his taste, his smell, the way his body moved against mine send ripples over my body and I could feel how goose bumps covered my skin. He chuckled at my reaction, spurred on by it, sipped on my desire like a fine wine, his hands and lips moving over my body, making me come undone. I placed my legs over his waist, and he dug his fingers into my thighs, leaving my lips to sit up, basically pulling my lower half into his lap. I groaned at his impatient yearning, relished in him getting this worked up for me again, barely any pause in this never-ending appetite of his. I met his eyes, pupils dilated, and I could feel his heartbeat ticking in his wrist where he held me down. He looked ashamed again and I felt how his half-hard cock poked against my entrance as he broke eye contact. I was quick this time though, not letting him escape, cupped his face and turned his head so that he looked at me again. “It’s ok” “I can’t control myself… not with you… like this” He groaned, breath shaky and he bit down hard on his lower lip, threatening to draw blood when I couldn’t help myself from spreading my legs and he gulped at the sight of me, wet and lost in indulgence. Cum from our previous session oozed out and I pressed two fingers against my clit, back arched involuntarily as pleasure shot through my body. His grip on me tightened, a moan escaping his lips and I felt him twitching against me, pearls of pre-cum dripped from the tip and smeared on my inner thigh. My heart fluttered at the sight of him losing it again, eyes black from the incitement and I choked on my breath when his hands rubbed circles towards my waist, taking a hold of them instead. I met his eyes, nodding silently as he lined up, keeping the eye contact as he entered me for the third time this night and I muffled a cry by biting down on my lower lip, feeling like I was going to explode. His hand reached for mine and I grabbed it, lacing our fingers together as he paused. The feeling of being fully inside me again made him shudder and he paused to feel the sweet moment of just staying connected again. It was different this time, the intimate feeling that radiated between us made my heart clench and I pulled him down for a kiss before urging him to move with a snap of my hips. The obscene sound of cum leaking out of me to make place for his cock made him whine against my mouth, his thrusts hard and slow. He sat back up, head thrown back, the hand that wasn’t holding mine gripped my hip and he moved agonizingly slow, taking his time with me, watching my every reaction. A devilish smirk on his lips as he picked up the speed, and I cried out softly from the friction. But then he slowed down, almost immediately and choked out a chuckle when I swore at him. He adjusted, looking for my sweet spot and then groaned with satisfaction when I sharply inhaled, my fingers reaching between us again to lazily rub myself. He had a perfect view from his position, eyes flickering from my face and to his cock, watching how the lips of my cunt swallowed around him as he pounded my body into the mattress. I held into him, my breathing coming out in short pants. “So beautiful Jagi, my Jagi... mine” he whispered, letting go of my hip to place the hand over my cheek, engulfing my body with his to kiss my lips again and I sobbed into them, pouring every feeling I’d ever felt for him into that kiss. Every minute of every hour that I’d been cheering him on, wanting nothing but success for him, for them, never being able to do much more with a minimum wage and loans over my ears. Loving him, or at least the version he displayed for the fans, fascinated by his work ethic, his passion for the music, the way he did everything he did so effortlessly, be it rapping, singing, dancing or composing. Hoping and praying for him and his health for these past months and all it took was just a minute and he decided to share all that was him with me. I held onto him, breathing every word that I wanted to tell him, every feeling that I couldn’t express because I didn't want to push them on him. We shared a moment now, a moment that would change when the sun went up. “Don’t stop” I whispered, feeling how I was standing at the edge, ready to topple over at any second. He moaned, closing his hand around my throat in a soft grip, putting pressure on my windpipe with his thumb. There was a wildfire in those black eyes of his and it felt like I was dancing with the devil, and I threw my head back, submitting to the feeling of falling. Hongjoong choked out a gasp at the sight of me, picking up his speed to chase down his own high and I forced my eyes opened to watch him as he reached his limit. Mouth falling open, eyes squeezed shut and body involuntarily jolt against mine, erratic, filling me up again and I held onto him. The sight and my feelings shook me to the core and tears filled my eyes faster than I could stop them. He slumped against me, not bothering with the courtesy of holding himself up but I didn't mind. The pressure of his body on mine felt good and I bit onto my lips, my fingertips caressing his back and I looked out the window to see the moon lower than when I woke up. Just a couple of hours, two at most and the sun would be up. I swallowed and swallowed again, feeling how a big lump of anxiety formed there pushing my tears to fall and I blinked, tried to fight the feeling off but it couldn’t be helped. It only took a moment for Hongjoong to notice my uneven breathing and he hoisted himself up, scared that he’d hurt me, fear in his eyes and I waved my hand in front of me, “It’s not you, don’t go” I whined, cringing at my own desperation as I pushed him down on my body again with a hand on his back. He gave me a worried look, “Jagi…” he trailed off, not knowing how he could express his concern to me in English and I smiled, “I’m fine really, I just... “I looked out the window again and he followed my sight, “I don’t want to go back to sleep” He nodded, a sombre look on his face before he stood up and walked towards the bathroom. “Come” He ordered, and I followed him, feeling how the mixture of our cum trickled down my leg, hearing the shower faucet turn on. He turned away quickly as soon as I entered the lit-up room. Eyes strained at the bathtub as he adjusted the temperature before sitting down and made place between his legs, motioning for me to sit down as well. “If you want to clean” He gave me the shower head and looked away, holding the drain stopper in a death grip and my heart swelled with gratitude as I cleaned myself, holding back a moan when I realized the amount he’d put in my body. I could feel him tensing up behind me at the wet noises I produced, and I was impressed with the self-control he had. I handled him the shower head again and he gave me the drain stopper before putting on the faucet at full power, the lukewarm water nice and chill on my heated skin and I leaned back at his chest with my eyes closed. He moved away my hair from my shoulder, placing a kiss over my collarbone and I wanted to pause time, to put this memory in a treasure box and keep it safe so that I'd never forget it. Minutes passed as the bath filled up and I probably would’ve fallen asleep if the water was warm and my back would be pressed against anyone else then Hongjoong. His breathing was soft and regular against me and I was sure that he’d fallen asleep, but his voice told me different. He turned off the faucet, the water dangerously close to the edge and asked, embarrassment in his voice, “I never ask you, your name?” I snorted, amused as I realized the same thing and told my name without hesitation, smiling from ear to ear when he tried, and failed, to pronounce it. He asked me about my age, my family, both the one I was born into and the one I’d created with people closest to me, where I grew up. I asked back, curious about his life, about his pain and passion. We got up eventually and dried up, not stopping the endless conversation about everything from where the universe began to what I was going to watch on Netflix that evening. We were so lost in conversation that we didn’t realise the sun painting the sky a white yellow. The noise of knocking, however made us froze and the voice I recognized as Hongjoong’s manager said something in Korean that I couldn't make out, only guessing that he wanted him to wake up and get ready to continue traveling. Hongjoong answered and I could hear how the manager's shoes clambered away down the corridor. I looked out the window, first now realizing that time was up, “It’s time, Jagi” Hongjoong said what I was thinking and gave me a sad smile. I felt my heart broke, landing in the bottom of my stomach like glass shatters on stone floor, violently and piecing sharp and it was as if I got gutted, losing my breath completely as tears swelled over in my eyes, “Don’t cry Jagi, I promised. Only you this time, no one else” I nodded, feeling like I couldn't even swallow back my agony, the lump in my throat aching and I tried to breathe deep, to calm down, embarrassed by my reaction. This wasn’t a breakup; we’d had our moment, but I still felt empty as I took another deep breath and looked up. He took my breath away, standing in front of the window, the young morning sun like a halo surrounding him and I bit my lip as he took two fast steps toward me, embracing me with all his might before locking his lips with mine in one final kiss. I felt like we were in the climax of a movie, holding onto each other like two star struck lovers. He cupped my face, deepening the kiss and I sobbed breathlessly, tasting the salt from tears on my lips as he flushed his body against mine, gasping for air when my hands clasped the hair in the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. We parted, eventually, panting for air, still holding onto each other. He moved a strand of hair that felled into my face, brows furrowed, wearing an expression of grief and I wondered silently if it was because he was going to miss the sex or if he felt the same electric feeling shooting through him, one that made his heart flutter and butterflies fly around like crazy in his belly, that I felt when I touched him. I decided that I didn't want the answer since both would only make it harder for me to leave. “I will see you again Jagi, I promise” He held out his pinkie and I took it, taking a deep breath and turning around to walk out. “Wait” He exclaimed and walked over to his travel bag, rummaged around for a bit before he pulled out a simple black sweatshirt, “It's cold… I trust you, this my favourite. Keep it… safe. Until next time” I pulled it over my head and the smell of him surrounded me and I couldn’t help myself from sniffing the collar, his perfume present and I nodded, “I will” He gave me a smile and I opened the door, looking both ways to see if the coast was clear, giving Hongjoong one final look before stepping outside. “Bye Jagi” He said, and I swallowed again, “Bye” My voice broke and I looked away, my walking quick as I almost ran towards the elevator. Not being able to stay any longer.

2 months later and I was watching Tv when the notification signal on my phone went off. There was a new retweet from Ateez, originally from MPD, hashtagged #Ateez1stWin. My heart jumped and I watched the snipped of them blowing out the candles on a cake and my heart swelled, proud over them to get the recognition they deserved. My eyes lingered on Hongjoong, the red hair and white clothes made him seem unreal, like a dream. Sometimes I questioned that I ever met him that cold, rainy day in April and seeing him, them, like this, on their way to become famous artists only made the feeling more distant. Gifs of them kissing the cup appeared and someone tweeted "Finally these boys can have their phones back" with an angel emoji and I put away my phone just as it buzzed again, another notification dropping in and I suddenly remembered one of the last conversations we had the morning before my departure. I’d asked why he didn’t have his own phone and he explained, as well as he could, that it was something that all companies did to keep their trainees and rookies in shape and to work collectively towards one goal; A first win. My heart pounded when I opened the notification that was sent from an unknown number:

[15:06] Jagi?

[skelenyxx]

2 - We Only Want to be Ourselves ~ WOR

"We are the in between, cast down as sons of war.  Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn.  We won't cause the pain, of living out their law.  Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed." ~ Fallen Angels

.•*•.•*•.•*•.

Andy entered first. I was immediately struck by his height. Any fangirl with a computer knew that he was six foot four, but I'd never really taken in how tall that actually was. He was just about a foot taller than me. I was five foot five and he completely towered over me.

Even from where I was at, I could clearly see his intense blue eyes. Those were the same eyes I fell in love with the first time I saw a picture of him. Yeah, I'd had a fangirl crush on him, but I was well over it now. Him and I didn't have a chance, I knew that, but he was still a huge inspiration in my life.

He was wearing his signature clothes, tight black jeans, a ripped up muscle shirt that had the Legion of the Black mask on it, a black leather jacket with the sleeves ripped off revealing his many tattoos, and black boots. His black hair was teased slightly, making his punk-like hairstyle stick out slightly. It was nothing like it used to be back when the band first started out. It had been just past shoulder length until he cut it all off a year or two ago. It had grown out again, but it wasn't quite as long and it was a bit of a different style now. Longer in the back, and a bit shorter in the front. I liked it like that. It looked a little more mature on him, but I still missed his longer hair. It made him look more rebellious.

He was closely followed by both Jake and Jinxx. They were wearing similar clothes to Andy, dark pants, muscle shirts, black boots and leather jackets. Jake had his long black hair teased like Andy, but Jinxx had left his straight. It was different seeing it like that since he used to tease his like Andy and Jake, but recently, as the band's style started changing a bit, Jinxx stopped teasing his hair.

Behind them was Ashley, Ashley freaking Purdy. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a skull on it and a small 69 on the sleeve, and I internally rolled my eyes. Of course he would wear that. He had on black ripped jeans, boots, and his signature star necklace. He too left his long black hair straight.

Then of course, there was CC, who was grinning like a psycho, which was rather usual for him. He had on a simple black t-shirt, dark pants, a leather jacket, black shoes, and a black bandana over his usual long, straight black hair.

But the thing that caught me off guard was the war paint. Every single one of them was wearing their signature war paint. Andy had a horizontal black stripe going across his face along his cheekbones and thick, dark eyeliner around his eyes. Jake had his eye war paint that went out even further than the others' eyeliner and lines protruding from it and pointing down, almost making him look sad. Jinxx wore his diamond eye war paint where black diamonds were drawn over his eyes and a black line protruded horizontally from the corners of his mouth and black lipstick. Ashley was wearing his signature neck painting with a black line going down his neck and multiple horizontal lines going across it. He also had a couple small, black, horizontal lines coming from below his right temple and thick black eyeliner. And CC had his usual tear drop shaped paint on his cheeks and the thick dark eyeliner.

I did a double take on the war paint. Last I'd heard, they'd stopped doing it since they were getting older and their style was changing. I had no clue why they would do it now. They were going to get quite a few weird looks for it, that's for sure.

I took all of it in in less than a few seconds. I briefly looked out at the stands to see what everyone's reactions were. Some students were whistling, some were clapping, a few were grinning like crazy, but the majority of the students were gaping. They obviously had no idea who they were. I was in shock myself, but I couldn't help but smile. They were here because of me, I had gotten them here, even if I'd had no idea they were coming. It took everything I had to keep from fangirling there in front of everyone, but my smile continued to get bigger and bigger. When the guys saw my reaction, they smirked. Well, all except for CC, who was still grinning like a maniac. That's CC for you though. He's like a giant kid.

They joined us in the center of the gym floor which we used as the "stage". They were standing a few feet from me and their stance kind of intimidated me. I felt like shrinking into the floor. Then I realized there was nothing to be afraid of. I'd stood in front of this many people many times before, so why was I having a problem now?  Perhaps I was just nervous I'd make a fool of myself in front of my favorite band.

I pushed that out of my head, unable to afford the distraction at a time like this. It was, after all, my grade and graduation on the line with this project. I had to relax and focus on what lie ahead. I could do this. I kept repeating that in my head. Keep your cool. I can do this. I can do this.

Mr. Gulbranson handed the microphone to Andy to begin the introductions.

"Hey guys, my name is Andy Biersack and I'm the lead singer of Black Veil Brides," he said in his signature unusually deep voice. "We want to thank Katrina here for sending out that invitation for this to happen. Even though she didn't know we were coming, we wouldn't be here if she hadn't started this. We're really excited to be here and spend the week with you guys and get to know you all and, hopefully, help Katrina out with her Senior project." He looked over and smiled at me. Oh god, I could feel the heat rising to my face, indicating I was definitely blushing.

He handed the mic to Jake. "Hey everyone. My name is Jake Pitts and I'm the lead guitarist for Black Veil Brides." He grinned and handed the mic to Jinxx.

"Hey everyone, I'm Jinxx and I'm the rhythm guitarist and violinist for Black Veil Brides." He smiled, his blue eyes twinkling.

The mic was passed to Ashley and he too introduced himself. "My name's Ashley Purdy and I'm the bassist for Black Veil Brides." He winked. Ashley was the well known womanizer of the group, known for his constant one night stands with girls. Yet, somehow, he managed to get girls to fall head over heels for him, even though its pretty obvious that they mostly likely don't have a chance of lasting with him. I mean, yes, he was hot as hell and quite the charmer and a nice guy, but he was still a player.

Then CC took the mic from him, jumping up and down slightly, making him seem as thought he were and overgrown kid. "You motherfuckers ready for this!?" Mr. Gulbranson glared at him, which made people laugh and made CC smile even bigger, if that was even possible. "I'm Christian Coma, but you can call me CC, and I am the drummer for Black Veil Brides." He handed the mic to Jinxx who chuckled at his enthusiasm.

"So, just like Andy said, thank you Katrina for setting this up. We're excited about this week and we want you all to treat us like we're any other students here. But keep in mind, we're not going to change to your standards of 'normal'. The idea is you're supposed to try and accept us for us. If you really want, you can give us all your hate." I chuckled at his reference, but it appeared that I was the only one other than the guys who got it. "We know how to handle it, but we only want to be ourselves, so get used to it," he continued, smiling at the crowd. He then handed the mic over to me. I took it and carefully tried to recite what I'd been planning on saying if this day should come.

"Um, ok, so first off, thank you guys for coming. As the guys have said multiple times, they are the Black Veil Brides." Some cheers rose from the stands which made me smile. Maybe this week would turn out okay. I shifted my weight and continued, "Please, please don't swamp them asking for pictures and autographs. They are, as of now, everyday students at an everyday school. I can't stress enough how important that is. At the end of the week, I will assess how the student body treated them. Did we treat them as outcasts, or did we learn to accept them? It is your job to try to accept them, every single one of you. If you can learn to accept them, then you can learn to accept anyone. Please, at least try." I glanced over at the guys to see them smiling at me. Well, accept for CC who was still jumping around. Still? He must've had like 50 Monsters before he got here. It gave me a confidence boost, seeing them. "Before we go back to class, does anyone have any questions for any of the guys?"

Only a few hands rose, so I handed the mic to Andy and let him choose hands one by one.

First, a girl with black eyeliner, dark hair, and many band bracelets stood and asked, "Have you done this at other schools?"

"No, this is the first time, but you never know, this might become a common thing." Andy replied honestly, smiling.

The next girl shot out of her seat before she had even been called on and began spewing her question at Andy. She was thin as a twig, bleach blonde, and had a high pitched, squeaky voice. It was Savannah Pates, a particularly popular girl from my class, and one of my repeated harassers. I put up with her just fine, but I knew she would be one of the people to give the guys a hard time, and that was going to be a pain.

"What's up with the weird makeup?" She asked accusingly, a smug look upon her face. Another girl shot from her seat across the bleachers, an obvious fan since she was wearing Black Veil Brides bracelets, a Black Veil Brides shirt, and a BVB necklace.

"Number one, it's war paint, not makeup. Number two, they can do whatever the hell they want to. It's their style." I'm pretty sure I recognized the girl. She was a Sophomore, I think, probably in one of the classes that I was a teacher's aid in.

"Makeup is for girls, unless your gay." Savannah spat back. The Sophomore girl looked like she was about to say something, but Mr. Gulbranson got involved before she could.

"ENOUGH!" He yelled. He took the mic from Andy, who was looking sort of shocked. "Is thsi really how you want to present our school to our guests?" Crickets. "Everyone has five minutes to get to their second period class," he said into the mic, rage seething in every word. "Go." Students grabbed their bags and scrambled to the doors.

I looked over to him, silently asking if that included me. He nodded his head and I scrambled up the bleachers to get my bags and out the doors, not even looking back, but my heart soaring.

[abyss-mal-blog1]

information overload

i have been thinking about creating content, blogging, documenting my stuff for the longest time ever. partly because i want to remember and document for myself, and partly because when i apply for jobs they need a portfolio. i want a portfolio, i want a personal project. why can’t i just start?

information fatigue finds its way to engulf me and i find the fruitlessness of it all. i feel exhausted reading and being exposed to so much content. i am not sure if people feel the same. maybe not, since there is always a demand of new content. and the demand is increasing as we speak. 

writing has been hard for me lately. so is listening to music. one side of my headphones had stopped working and it makes me want to pull my brains and eardrums out. even sitting down for hours at a time is difficult. not working out for a day makes me feel really bad. thinking about food and making decisions about when to eat or what to eat or if i should eat or if i should spend that amount of money on food makes me uncomfortable and honestly uses up too much of my brain cells. 

this coming week is a very packed one. it is 7 minutes to midnight, and then it’s going to be monday, and there is still so much to be done. the planner in me wants to plan everything next week, from my schedule to my meals to my workout times. the rational soul in me is screaming in my mind to finish my homework before i do anything else. the grammer nazi in my brain is whispering super loudly because i am not going to give this post a second read. the perfectionist in me wants to strangle herself because nothing is going “perfectly”

but nothing is going to be perfect. isn’t the quote “it doesn’t matter how slow you go as long as you do not stop” a quintessential classic tumblr (theme) favorite? well. you are in your own schedule. if you could do it before you could do it again. i know you are feeling perplexed you can no longer fit your jeans. i know you are feeling anxious about everything, about people coming, about people seeing you, about the thigh fat you feel every time you walk, or the new arm fat when you wear a tank top. (ps. went to brandy melville yesterday and i realized that I am loving their style this season. i feel like they have transitioned to basic bitch to basic vintage bitch and i am liking it. not the prices though, it still is overpriced. but also they started to carry clothing that is not just ‘one size’ and they have medium and large for some of their cargo pants, so good job, BM.)

sidenote: i am not really a fashion or i try not to shop a lot given my current circumstances but these are some clothing items that i have been wanting recently: white north face puff jacket, unif (look-alike) boots (easy to slip on and off), cargo pants, those pants i tried on at brandy melville but i really could lose 5kg and fit in it, hair curling iron (i think i am going to get one from amazon), dry shampoo? (should i spend $23?). ok i’ll stop here

this coming week is going to be exciting, i have a midterm, i am going to be doing a couple of coffee chats, meeting with MS students, meeting with Rosanna and I really hope that she would help me find maybe something at even the Museum of Moving image of SFMoma, i am going to Buddhism Club on Monday, probably going to apply for intramurals soon, meeting Justin to finally get my tMobile done on Thursday, going out on dates this weekend. its reals happening. things r happening.

i am scared. i am scared about my midterm and i can’t seem to be able to do a simple data structures question. i get stressed about all these stuff that’s taking up space on my laptop and how messy my folders are and how my icloud stuff are all over the place and it’s just really messy. 

i think i am going to stay up tonight. i have a lot to do. feeling some heartburn. please don’t do this to yourself anymore, your heart is crying. 

thoughts come and go, and you can always control your actions. there is nothing that a good book can’t solve. i know that sometimes it is difficult to concentrate. 

be grateful for what you have right now. you have the apartment to yourself, you have space. you have freedom. take up space, take up what’s yours. stop denying yourself of what should be yours. take it. if you want to talk to him, go talk to him. create opportunities for yourself. if you want to post something post it, and ignore what other people might think. or what you think of yourself, and that you should be consistent or whatever. eva chen is and was someone who posted a lot, she doesn’t care about how good it looks because she is real. you are going to be real. so spend less time thinking about how something looks and how you are portraying something and how you can write and express your thoughts better. 

that’s what a blog is for.

maybe, out of all the habits you want to embark on this month. just try blogging everyday. or journaling. or just writing a little something, because i know you have a lot on your mind and you’re just pushing it down and one day it’s going to burst because you can’t express yourself

do you remember the days when you used to blog everyday 

wow i look back at those days fondly, i want u back

[bob-giovanni]

I’ll Cover You - Part 4

Characters: Simon X OFC

Summary: Simon and Emily go on their date

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff

Notes: I know just posted the last part of this story but I’m really feeling this right now. I just had so many ideas I had to keep writing lol.

Emily was standing in her room, looking herself over in her full length mirror. She chewed her bottom lip as she turned and checked out herself from the back. She was going on her date with Simon tonight and was feeling a bit nervous. She sighed as she walked back to her closet to pick out a new outfit. She and Simon were going to dinner and a movie, nothing fancy. So it shouldn’t be this hard to pick out an outfit. She pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a blue and purple plaid shirt along with a pair of black high top Chucks. She gave herself a nod as she looked at her outfit in the mirror. She finished up by putting her hair in a ponytail and putting on some lipgloss. She checked the time. Simon should be arriving to pick her up any minute now.

Simon was close to Emily’s house. He hand a knot in his stomach. It’d been a long time since he’d been on a date and he wasn’t sure if he still remembered how to do this. As he pulled up in front of her house, Simon looked himself over. He was wearing olive colored khakis, a brown polo shirt, and black boots. He had a lightweight leather jacket on as well. Suddenly he was second guessing himself. Was this a good idea? Was his outfit ok? Goddammit, this was gonna be a disaster. Simon parked and took a deep breath before climbing out of his car and walking up to Emily’s house. He took a moment before ringing her doorbell.

Emily jumped a bit when she heard her doorbell ring. She stood from the couch and grabbed her purse. She walked to the door and grabbed the doorknob, hesitating for a moment before opening the door. She smiled brightly as she stepped outside. “Hi, Simon!” She said cheerfully. “Wow, you look so handsome.” She said as she looked him over. Simon blushed a bit and smiled softly. “Nah. I look ok. I mean you…you look really beautiful.” Now Emily was the one blushing. Simon held his arm out for Emily. “Shall we?” Emily linked her arm with Simon’s. “We shall.” They walked to Simon’s car and Simon opened the passenger door so Emily could get in. “Thank you, sir.” She said with a grin as she got in and buckled her seatbelt.

Simon climbed in the driver’s side and buckled up before driving north towards the main road. “I hope you’re hungry. I’ve never been to this restaurant before but their pizza is supposed to be amazing.” Emily laughed softly. “I actually am pretty hungry and pizza sounds incredible.” “Good.” They drove to the restaurant in relative silence, making some general small talk along the way. Once they arrived, Simon parked in a lot across the street and got out of the car, walking around to the passenger side and opening the door for Emily. He held out his hand for her to help her out. She gently placed her hand in his as she got out of the car and stood.

They crossed the street and Simon opened the door of the restaurant so Emily could enter first. Emily walked up to the hostess. She led the pair to a booth and placed menus in front of them. “Thank you.” Simon said to her as she turned and walked off. Emily inhaled deeply. “Mm, it smells so wonderful in here.” Simon smiled and nodded. “Yeah, it does.” He took a few minutes to look over the menu. “What sounds good to you?” Emily bit her bottom lip. “Gosh, everything looks so delicious. But I’m leaning towards the white pizza with chicken, artichoke, and broccoli.” Simon licked his lips. “Mm, that sounds delicious. Do you wanna get a big one and split it?” Emily grinned and nodded. “Definitely.”

Their waitress came over and took their order. She returned quickly with their drinks. Simon took a sip of his water before looking over at Emily. She looked over at him at the same time, causing them both to laugh softly. “So, how have you been the past few days?” Simon asked. “It’s been busy at work but other then that I really can’t complain.” Simon nodded. “So, I know you told me about your job before but what exactly do you do again?” Emily sipped her soda before answering. “I’m a vet tech at an animal hospital. Basically I help the doctor with surgeries, do some grooming, things like that.” Simon nodded. “Is that what you went to school for?” “Sorta? I went as pre-med so you get all of the general coursework out of the way. I do want to eventually become a veterinarian.”

Simon smiled. “Wow, that’s awesome. I’m guessing it’s a ton of work though, right?” Emily nodded. “It is, but, I’ve dreamed about becoming a vet since I was a little girl. We used to live near a farm in Vermont. I would go there everyday after school and every weekend to look after all the animals. I’ve just always known that that’s what I want to do.” Simon nodded. “Not everyone is so sure so it’s great that you’ve always known. So you must be a real animal lover I guess.” Emily grinned. “I am. I just…sometimes animals are better than people, ya know? They don’t judge you. They love you unconditionally. They’re not mean or rude or nasty.” Simon laughed. “Yeah that’s true.”

A moment later the waitress brought their pizza out along with 2 plates. Emily grabbed a slice first and then Simon grabbed one for himself. He took a large bite and licked his lips. “Oh man…this was a great choice.” Emily grinned after taking a bite of her slice. “Yes it most definitely was.” They continued eating and talking about how their days had been since the last time they’d seen each other. Once they were finished, the waitress took the remaining slices of pizza and put them in a to go box before bringing the check. Simon grabbed his wallet and pulled out his credit card. Emily knew this was a date but the thought of Simon paying the entire bill made her feel weird. “Won’t you at least let me leave the tip?” She asked. Simon shook his head. “Nonsense. I asked you out. I think it’s only fair that I pay. If you ask me out then you are free to pay.” Simon responded with a grin and a wink.

Emily rolled her eyes and laughed. “Ok, fine.” Once the bill was taken care of they exited the restaurant and walked back to Simon’s car. Simon backed out of the parking space and headed towards the theatre. “You’re still up for a movie, yeah?” Emily nodded. “Yes, of course.” She smiled over at Simon. “I’m having a really nice time, Simon.” Simon quickly looked over at Emily and smiled a bit. “Yeah? Well the night is young. There’s still plenty of time for me to fuck it up.” Emily laughed. “Oh stop it. You’re a charming motherfucker and you know it.” Simon laughed. “Watch your language, young lady.” Emily smirked. “What’re you gonna do about it?” Simon quirked an eyebrow and looked over at her again. Emily realized how that sounded. “Oh my god, that’s not what I…I’m so sorry.” Simon shook his head. “I wasn’t complaining.” Emily blushed a bit and laughed.

Simon pulled into the parking lot of the theatre. It was pretty crowded for a Wednesday night so they wound up parking kind of far from the theatre. Once they were out of the car and walking towards the theatre, Emily reached over and grabbed Simon’s hand. He was surprised by the contact and looked over Emily. She simply smiled in return. Simon smiled to himself and gave Emily’s hand a gentle squeeze. She bit her bottom lip and grinned. She figured that she would have a nice time but not only was she having a nice time, she was feeling even more connected to him which was unexpected.

As they got in line at the box office, Emily silently cursed herself for not bringing a sweater. It wasn’t freezing but the material of her plaid shirt was pretty thin so she could really feel the slight drop in temperature. Simon noticed that Emily appeared to be shivering a bit. “Are you cold?” Emily shook her head. “No, no, I’m fine. Really.” Simon could tell she was lying. He quickly took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Emily looked up at him. “What about you?” Simon shrugged. “I’m not cold at all. Don’t worry about me.” Emily smiled. She noticed that the sleeves of Simon’s polo shirt were tight around his biceps. That was unexpected. Usually he wore baggy shirts when they met up so she had no idea that he was that muscular. She blushed once she realized she’d been staring.

They finally got up to the ticket window and Simon purchased their tickets before heading into the theatre. Simon handed their tickets to the usher before walking into the correct theatre and finding seats. They had decided when they made their plans for tonight to see a scary movie. Simon was sort of regretting it because he hated scary movies and didn’t want to come off as a wuss to Emily. Oh well, it’s too late now. Once they were settled in their seats, Simon leaned over. “Are you good? Do you want a drink or anything?” Emily shook her head. “No, I’m good. Thank you though.” A moment later the lights went down and Emily subconsciously moved closer to Simon. She was a big scaredy cat and had no idea why she agreed to see a scary movie. It was probably because it was the first movie that Simon suggested and so she just agreed to try and impress him.

The first 30 minutes of the movie was relatively fine. There were no real scares. But Emily could tell something was coming because the music was getting more intense. Just then there was a jump scare that cause Emily to gasp and lean into Simon as she hid her face between his shoulder and the seat. Simon laughed softly and looked over at her. “You gonna be alright?” Emily whimpered and nodded. “I think so.” She lifted the armrest separating her seat from Simon’s and folded her legs under herself. She leaned against Simon’s side and picked up his arm, draping it across her shoulders. “Protect me?” Simon grinned and nodded. “Of course.” He gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze and turned back to the screen. Emily rested her head in the crook of Simon’s shoulder. It made it easy to quickly turn her head if she got scared. But honestly, she felt so safe with Simon that she barely got scared during the rest of the movie.

Once the movie ended, Emily sat up and let out a relieved sigh. “Well, that was embarrassing.” Simon looked over at her. “What? Why?” Emily laughed softly. “Because I can’t believe I got so scared! I really thought I was gonna be able to keep it together but obviously that did not work out. But…” She leaned over and kissed Simon’s cheek. “Thank you for keeping me safe.” Simon blushed and nodded. “It was my honor.” Emily yawned a bit and stretched her arms above her head. “Mm, I hate to be a party pooper, but I have work tomorrow.” Simon nodded. “No worries, I do too.” He stood and held his hand out to Emily. She placed her hand in his and stood before heading out of the theatre. It had gotten a bit colder since they’d gotten to the movie, so Emily shivered and used her free hand to hold Simon’s jacket closed as they walked to the car.

Simon opened the car door for Emily before walking around to the driver’s side and climbing in. As he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, Simon stole a few glances of Emily. “So, did you have a nice time?” He asked softly. Emily smiled and nodded. “I did. I really, really did.” “Well, that’s good. I’m glad. I hope you couldn’t tell how hard I was trying to impress you.” Emily laughed. “What? You don’t have to do anything to impress me, Simon.” Simon smiled to himself as he drove. A few minutes later he pulled up in front of Emily’s house and climbed out of the car before hurrying around to Emily’s side and opening her door, holding his hand out again to help her out. Simon walked her up the steps to her door. Emily unlocked the door and dropped her purse just inside the entry before slipping Simon’s jacket off her shoulders and handing it back to him. “Thank you for letting me use your jacket.” “Yeah, of course.” Simon said as he took the jacket from her.

They stood there in awkward silence for a moment before Emily spoke. “So, I guess since you asked me out this time, it’s only fair that I ask you out next time, huh?” Simon laughed softly. “I suppose so.” Emily smiled. “So…wanna do this again sometime soon?” Simon nodded. “Yeah, I would really like that.” “How about Friday? There’s an outdoor concert in the park at 7PM. The weather is supposed to be really nice.” Simon smiled. “That sounds really lovely. I’ll pick you up around 6?” Emily nodded. “Yes, please.” “Alright. Well I guess I’ll see you on Friday.” Simon turned and headed back to his car. Emily stood there for a moment and bit her bottom lip. She wanted to do something but needed a bit of courage. She took a deep breath before running after Simon. “Simon, wait!” Simon stopped walking and turned back to Emily. She stepped closer to him and put her hands on his broad shoulders as she stood on her toes and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to his lips. Simon was caught off guard but in the best way possible. He returned the kiss, placing a hand on Emily’s waist briefly before pulling back. Both of them blushed before they started laughing. “Goodnight, Emily.” “Goodnight, Simon.”

Emily walked into her house and shut the front door, leaning back against it with the biggest smile on her face. Who would’ve thought that her getting drunk in a club would have led to her going on the best date she’d ever been on with the sweetest man she’d ever met? It was almost too good to be true. She couldn’t wait to see her friend Amanda at work the next day and give her all the details. Simon got into his car and drove home feeling more optimistic than he had in quite some time. He’d had a really tough year and there were times when he felt like he’d be stuck in this state of melancholy forever. But after the past couple of months, after tonight, things were finally looking up.

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Betty Blue Eyes

There will be age changes in this fic, so make sure you see which age they are at at different points. This fic is long, so I added a continue reading. I hope you like it! :)

Age 5:

Jughead, Betty and Archie were sitting on the swing sets at their local playground. Jughead had his famous beanie on, Betty had her blonde locks tied up into pigtails, and Archie’s red hair was falling over his eyes like a mop. They we’re all swinging on the rickety swing sets, thinking about what they all wanted to do when they got older.

“I’m thinking something like a writer. Or a journalist. All I know is that I want to write” Little Jughead said, pushing his feet against the sand that was underneath the red swing. He was pushing off of the ground to swing just a little bit.

“I want to work with kids. Or write for my parent’s newspaper. Depends on if I have the same interests when I’m older.” Little Betty said, swinging lightly.

“I want to be a police officer. Or an astronaut. Or a firefighter. Or an artist. Or a football player. The only thing I don’t want to do is be a musician. There stupid.” Little Archie said, trying to swing as high as he possibly could, unlike the other two kids.

Archie jumped off of the high swinging swing, and landed flat on his blue sneakers. He looked at his watch and told the other two kiddos that he had to head home for dinner. His mom wanted him to be home at a certain time. He waved at Jug and Betty before racing home, as fast as his little Archie feet could take him.

“Well, we better be getting home soon too. I told my mom I would be home before dinner. I don’t really know what time that is. I don’t have a watch and I don’t know how to read a clock.” Jughead said, making Betty giggle at his early sarcasm. Jughead hopped off the swings and turned to Betty, waiting for her to hop off as well.

But Betty didn’t have the same balance that Jughead did. She tried to hop off as gracefully as Jughead, but ended up landing on her ankle and falling on her knees. She was sitting on the grass clutching her ankle, salty tears coming out of her eyes. Jughead rushed to her side and wrapped his small kid arms around Betty. He rubbed her back and tried to wipe the tears away.

“Hey Betty, it’s okay. I’m right here. I’ll walk you home and your mom can put some ice on it.” Jughead said, trying to cheer the little blonde up. When she didn’t stop crying, he adjusted his position so he was looking straight at her. He wiped the tears away again, and pulled up the jean leg so he could see the bruise that was forming on her ankle. “Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay. It will heal Betty blue eyes.” He said, smiling.

Betty looked up from her ankle to the small boy that was sitting in front of her. She sniffled and gave him a small smile. “My eyes are green Jughead, not blue.” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Not from here its not, your eyes are blue.” Jughead said, helping her up and letting her put all her weight on him. They walked all the way to Betty’s house and Jughead gave her to Alice, explaining what happened to the poor little Cooper girl. A week later Betty’s twisted ankle was healed, and it was the start or Betty blue eyes.

Age 10:

It was Betty’s big day. She was going to enter, and win the Riverdale spelling bee. She was the best speller in grade 4. She won the classroom competition with the word aardvark. She was standing backstage next to Midge Klump and Ethel Muggs. They we’re all winners of their own class competitions and we’re moving onto to the school wide one.

“And next up, Miss Elizabeth Cooper.” the announcer said, and Betty took a deep breath and walked out of the wings onto the stage. “And your word is, playground.”

Betty took a deep breath and stood on her tip toes so she would be able to reach the mic. “Playground. P-L-A-Y-G-R-O-N-D. Playground.” Betty said, confident with her answer.

“I’m sorry Miss Cooper. That is incorrect. Pleas exit stage left.” the announcer said, while small tears we’re forming in Betty’s eyes. She should of been able to get it. Her mom would be so disappointed with her. She told her that she would win.

Betty raced off of the stage and ran out of the theatre. She found herself running to the cafeteria. She burst through the door and ran to the wall that had all the windows on it. She sat down next to it and looked outside like she was in a sad music video.

“Hey Betty. What’s up?” she heard, and she instantly knew the voice. It was her best friend, Jughead Jones. She turned her small ponytailed head towards him and tried to give him a strong smile. But he knew her, and he knew that something was wrong. He sat down next to her and gave her a hug. “What happened?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over her small hand.

“Jug, I was supposed to win. I told my mom that I was going to win. And I lost. By one stupid letter. What do you think my mom will say?” Betty asked, tears threatening to fall out of her eyes.

“Betty, its one spelling bee. You are the smartest one in grade four. And you will continue being the smartest one for a long time. The stress from your mom just probably got to you.” Jughead said, wiping more tears from her soft cheeks. “Are you better now Betty blue eyes?”

“Jughead, I told you. My eyes are green silly. But yeah, I feel better. Thanks.” She said, leaning in for one more hug with her best friend. And Jughead was right, she was the smartest one in the grade.

Age 13:

Jughead found Betty sitting alone in their normal booth at Pop’s. It had become their after school hangout, because of all the amazing food. At least that’s why Jughead went. Betty went because Archie and Jughead went, and Archie went because his new found crush, and Betty’s new best (girl) friend Veronica Lodge went.

“Hey Cooper, are you okay? I thought you would be at the dance.” Jughead said, looking up and down at the blonde girl in her pretty obvious dance dress. It was light blue and made her look like a fairy. He slid into the booth across from her and grabbed her hands, stopping her hands from forming into fists.

“Yeah Jug. I’m fine.” she said, but Jughead could see that her eyes were red and puffy. Plus, there best friends. He knew when something was wrong.

“C’mon Betty. It’s me. You can tell me anything. What’s going on Betty blue eyes?” he asked, rubbing his callused thumb over her soft palm.

“Jug. My eyes are green, not blue. We’ve fought about this for so long. And I want you to know that there green. And I’m fine.” She said, but Jughead gave him a look. “Ok fine, I’ll tell you. Archie asked Veronica to the dance instead of me. I was going to go but then I decided that I really wanted a milkshake, and I really didn’t want to be around the other two.” she said, looking down at her fingers that were surrounded by Jughead’s. A small blush crept up on her cheeks and she prayed that Jughead didn’t notice.

“Well, there idiots. I would much rather be here with you and your milkshake then at a dumb dance with the other two.” Jughead said, letting go of her hands and reaching for her vanilla milkshake and taking a sip.

Betty let out a small giggle, a sound that Jughead loved to hear. “Same Jones, Same.”

Age 15:

This time, it was Betty that found Jughead sitting in a booth at Pop’s. They still hung out there everyday after school, or after whatever after school activity they had. She walked up to the counter and ordered her favourite old fashioned vanilla milkshake, and ordered Jughead a strawberry milkshake.

She slid into the other booth and pushed the strawberry milkshake towards the teenage boy while taking a few sips of her own milkshake. “Now it’s my turn to ask. What’s up?” Betty asked, worry filled her voice.

Jughead looked up and gave her a small smile, wrapping his hand around the cool glass. He noticed Betty with her eyebrows up, asking him to tell her what happened. He sighed and sat up straight, peeling his back off of the booth. He leaned his elbows on the table and took a sip of the strawberry milkshake.

“My mom left. And she took my sister.” he said, eyes welling up with tears.

Betty’s mouth was wide open with surprise and sorrow. She knew Gladys and Jellybean when she was little. She spent so much time with her house she felt like a second daughter to her. And she felt like a sister to Jellybean. Tears started to fill Betty’s eyes and she stood up from her spot and slid into the booth next to Jughead. She leaned her back against his chest and sniffled, letting a few tears fall.

“I’m so sorry Jughead. I hope you know that I will always be here for you. And your dad. I love you guys.” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his chest.

“Don’t worry Betty blue eyes. It’s all good. We’ll stick together at all costs. Deal?” Jughead said, letting a few tears shed from his eyes.

“One, my eyes are green. But nows not a good time to argue about that. We’ll wait a few days. Two, Deal. Stick together through everything. Thought thick and thin.”

They both just sat in the booth in silence, soaking in each others presence.

Age 16:

Betty was sitting in the blue & gold office, working on her new football team scandal. Turns out they had some sort of playbook where they would get points based on girls. They found it in the boys locker room and Betty was now woking on the paper, waiting fro Jughead in their shared office space.

Jughead came into the office, hands shoved deep into the jean jacket he was always wearing. His face was a light pink and he seemed to be shuffling. Like he had something to hide from Betty. She stood up from her desk and walked towards the teen boy. His face turned an even brighter colour of red the closer she got.

“Hey Jug. Are you okay? I was just finishing the article on Chuck,” she started turning her head around to point at the open laptop on the neat desk.

“Willyougooutwithme?” Jughead said, not taking a breath in-between his words.

“What did you just say?” she asked, taking another small step towards him. He took his hands out of his pockets and placed them on the sides of her neck. This time, it was Betty’s turn for her face to heat up.

“I said, Betty blue eyes, will you go out with me?” Jughead said, a small boyish smirk plastered on his face. Betty could tell that he was worried about what she would answer.

“Well, Jughead Jones. My eyes are green. Again. But yes. Yes, I will go out with you!” she said happily, giving him a soft kiss on his chapped lips before pulling him into a big bear hug.

Jughead breathed out ‘Oh Thank God’  and Betty giggled because she knew that he didn’t think that she would hear him.

And that was the start of something new.

Age 18:

Betty crossed the stage in her blue cap and gown with a gold sash crossing over her robe. She was the top of her class for all of her years. Her eyes started to water as she received her diploma and put her tassels on the other side of her cap.

She and Jughead would both be going to Cornell for writing. Betty got a partial scholarship, and Jughead got a pull scholarship, which was the main reason they were going.

Betty returned back to her seat, rapidly wiping away her tears to try to salvage her eye makeup. She sat in her seat thinking all about all the amazing memories that she had made during her years at Riverdale. She ended up giving up on her makeup and allowing her tears to flow freely.

When Jughead crossed the stage, Betty wasn’t able to see anything because her tears were blurring her vision. She stood up and clapped as loudly as she could, wiping away her tears as she did. She was so proud of her boyfriend. They did it. They really did it.

After the ceremony, Betty ran up to Jughead and jumped into him arms. He swung her around and gave her a long lasting kiss when he put her down. “Hey Betty blue eyes. You ready to start our new lives?” he asked, giving her a small kiss on her forehead.

“Green eyes Jones. Green eyes. And yes, I can’t wait. I’m so excited. I love you Jughead Jones.” Betty said, looking deep into his ocean blue eyes.

“I love you too, Betty blue eyes.”

Age 22:

“Yeah. Yes mom. I’m okay. Are you okay? Okay. Okay. Good. Go rest. I’ll be okay. I promise. Yeah. I’m going to dinner with Jughead tonight. I’ll tell him after. Okay. Okay. Yeah. Okay. I’ll talk to you later. Yeah. I love you. Bye.” Betty said, dropping her hands to her lap. She took a deep breath and let a few tears fall from her eyes.

Jughead came through the trailer door, hair covered in sweat. He was working at Andrews construction and was also writing his second novel at night. Betty was working as a grade three teacher and was helping Jughead with his novel after school. They were living together in FPs old trailer.

“Hey Bets, what’s wrong?” Jughead asked, dropping his bag and coming to sit next to his girlfriend, wrapping his arm around her.

“It’s nothing. I’ll tell you after dinner tonight. Don’t worry.” Betty said, trying to stop the tears from coming out.

“Betty. If something is wrong you need to tell me. We’ve been together for a long time and if your sad I need to know why.” Jughead said, grasping both of her hands, making her drop the phone.

“Okay. Okay. Yes, okay. It’s just super hard to say out loud. Jughead. My mom, well… she has breast cancer. And it’s not looking good.” she said, now full on sobbing into his chest.

“Oh Betty. It’s going to be okay. You’re mom is strong. She is the strongest women I know other then you. And you and her will be able to get through this. I just know it.” Jughead said, wrapping his strong arms around her even tighter.

“The thing is Jughead, now I have a higher chance of getting breast cancer when I’m older.” Betty said, never stopping her tears flowing.

“It’s okay Betty blue eyes, we’ll get through this. No matter what happens, I will be there with you at all times. Forever and always.”

“Green eyes. But thanks Jughead. I love you so so so much. Please don’t ever leave.” Betty said, gripping her boyfriends arm so hard she was sure she was breaking skin.

“Never Betty. Never.”

Age 25:

Betty Cooper walked into the rickety trailer, holding at least 10 bags of groceries on her arms. She burst through the door and started to get annoyed. She placed all of the bags on the table with a huff, and loud banging coming from her items on the table. She was about to start yelling for Jughead to come and help her, because she had a really bad day and wasn’t in the mood for anything.

He came out of the bedroom wearing a dark black tuxedo, beanie still perched on top of his head. He was carrying a bouquet of white and yellow daisies, Betty’s favourite flowers. After all the things that she had gone through that day with her class, she almost started crying because of the gesture.

Then she did start crying. Not because of the tuxedo and not because of the flowers. Because, the love of her life, Jughead Jones, was now in front of her on one knee, holding out a small black box that had the most simple yet beautiful diamond ring in it.

“Betty blue eyes, will you become my blue eyed wife?” he asked, and Betty could see that his eyes were glazed over.

She nodded her head like crazy, and was so excited she couldn't get any words out. Not even to correct him on the blue eyed thing. He slipped the beautiful ring onto her delicate finger before standing up and giving her the biggest hug he could muster up. She grabbed his face and smushed his lips against her own.

“I love you so much Jughead Jones. I love you so much that I don’t even care that you called me Betty blue eyes even though my eyes are green.” she said, resting her forehead on his.

“I love you too, Betty Cooper.”

Age 27:

Betty was sitting in the Pop’s diner bathroom, in pure shock. She was on the toilet, clutching a piece of plastic that has a very visible bright pink plus sign on it.

She was pregnant. Betty Cooper was pregnant. Betty Cooper was pregnant with Jughead Jones’ baby. And she was going to have to tell him. About the baby. Their baby. The one that she was going to have.

But it’s going to be okay. They’re married for goodness sake. They were planning on having kiddos at some point.

Right when she was thinking about how they could handle it, her phone went off. It was Jughead telling her that he was at Pop’s waiting for her. She took a deep breath and tossed out the plastic pregnancy test. She cam out of the stall and washed her hands.

Once she came out of the bathroom she spotted her beanied husband at one of the booths. She slipped into the other side and took a sip of the vanilla milkshake that he ordered for her.

“Jug, I need to tell you something.” Betty said, scared of what he was going to say.

“Okay Bets, what is it?” he said, reaching over the table to grab her hands.

“I’m pregnant.” She said, eyes closed and head down, afraid of what was about to come. But there were no words. Jughead was speechless. When he didn’t respond, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. And she noticed that tears were coming down his face.

“Your pregnant? We’re going to have a kid? Together?” Jughead said finally, after about five minutes of silence.

“Yeah Jug. We’re going to have another mini Betty or mini Juggie around the trailer.” she said, smiling.

“We’re going to have another Betty blue eyes in the house!” Jughead said, smiling like a little kid.

“Maybe this one will actually have blue eyes, instead of mine, which are green.” Betty said matter of factly.

“That’s where your wrong Mrs Cooper. From my point of view, your eyes are always blue.”

Age 32:

It was one of the hardest days of Mr. and Mrs. Jones’ life. They were wearing clothes similar to the ones that they wore to Jason Blossom’s funeral when they were only teenagers. But this funeral was for someone much more special. Much more special. Sure this person was incredibly hard on Betty, but it was her mother for goodness sake. She had to love her. And now she was gone.

Alice Cooper passed away.

It was from her breast cancer. They thought that it was better, but it came back. Much worse the second time. And Alice Cooper decided that it was her time to go. Her brain shut down, and there was no way to wake her up.

Betty was standing in front of the mirror in her old room, staring at the dark black dress that she was wearing. Her mother would of loved it. And right on cue, in walks Jughead.

“Hey Betty. Are you ready to go?” he asks, walking up to stand next to her, staring at their reflection in the clean mirror.

“Yeah. I think so.” Betty said, wiping some of her fallen tears off of her cheeks.

“Hey, Betty blue eyes. It’s going to be okay. Your mom was so strong, and she knew it was her time. And now we have our little miracle. It’s going to be okay.” Jughead said, pulling her in to a soft hug.

“My eyes are green Juggie, not blue. But thanks. I really needed that. Especially today.” she said, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“Okay. Let’s go. It’s going to start soon.”

Age 45:

“You were supposed to be home an hour ago! No! You said you were going to be home, and your not. What’s your excuse!” Betty screamed into her telephone. She was pacing around the trailer, fist curled into balls. “No! Jughead Jones why are you still there! You were supposed to be here! Okay. Fine. See you soon. Bye.” she said, turning her phone off. She sat down on the patched couch, hands in her lap. She tried to fight back tears, but couldn't she was home alone anyway.

The kids (yes, kids. They had another one after Lili. His name is Cole.) were so hard to put down for bed, crying and screaming for there father. It took her an hour to put both the kids down, and another 40 minutes for them to stop crying and go to sleep. It had been too much for Betty, and all the pressure made her come crashing down. After a few minutes she ended up falling asleep on the couch.

Ten minutes later, Jughead opened the creaky door to the trailer. He tried to stay quiet to make sure he didn’t wake up his sleeping wife. But, he wasn’t quiet enough. The creaking of the wood floor made her eyes flutter open in confusion.

She rubbed her green eyes, trying to wake her brain up. Jughead dropped his bag onto the floor and walked over to the couch, squatting down next to it.

“Where were you?” Betty asked, voce raspy from her just waking up.

“I’m sorry Betty. I had to work late at the construction site. Someone came and busted some of the trucks. I had to help Fred. He’s getting older and he couldn't do it himself. I’m so sorry.” Jughead said, hoping and praying that his apology would be enough.

“It’s okay Jug. I’m sorry I snapped at you. I thought you might be out with the boys, not helping old man Andrews.” Betty said, giggling slightly.

“So were good?”

“Yeah. Were good.”

“Good. I hate it when were fighting, Betty blue eyes.”

“Do I need to remind you that my eyes are green? If you keep on doing that we might have another argument on our hands.” Betty said, making Jughead chuckle at her sarcasm.

“I love you Betty.”

“I love you too, Jughead Jones the Third.”

Age 60:

Jughead was waiting for Betty in the waiting room of the clinic she was in. Because her mom had gotten Breast Cancer, there was a higher chance that Betty was going to get it as well. He sat there patiently, and calmly. Except not really. He was freaking out.

What would happen if she had breast cancer? Would they be able to treat it? Will she have to go through surgery? Will she die?

Those exact same things were going through her mind, but with one more question floating around.

Will he still love me?

She was getting older. There wasn’t a doubt about that. She was slower, and was getting wrinkles. She needed to go to sleep more and there were obvious grey hairs taking over her normally golden blonde main. She knew these things were happening. But would he still stay with her if she removes her breasts as well?

Betty was now sitting in one of the rooms on the bed, wrapped around with a hospital bib. She was waiting for the doctor to come in with Jughead so he could tell her if she had cancer or not.

In the waiting room, a doctor came out and said Jughead’s name. He instantly stood up and followed to young doctor into the examination room, wrapping a strong arm around his wife.

“So, because your mother had cancer there is a higher chance that you will as well. And. I’m sorry to say this but you have the beginning of breast cancer. It’s what we call stage 0.” the doctor said, holding onto his clip board.

Tears started to fill Betty’s eyes, and she wasn’t able to hear what was going on. She could feel the doctors presence leave to room, and she could see a blurred outline of her husband in front of her.

“Betty. Betty, look at me. It’s going to be okay. We’re going to get through this. You are so strong. You can do this Betty blue eyes, and I’ll be there with you every step of the way.” Jughead said, giving her forehead a kiss.

Betty didn’t speak. She was too in shock, from both surprise and horror. She had breast cancer. It may not be that big, but it was there. After a few more minutes of silence, Betty finally spoke up.

“Green eyes Jug.” she said, eyes never leaving the beanie that he still wore on his head.

“That’s my girl.”

Age 61:

It has been less then a year ago when Betty found out about the cancer. She and Jughead talked, argued, fought about and finally made the decision. She would have surgery to remove the cancer, and to remove all of her breasts.

Betty was scared. No, not scared, terrified. She was going to get a part of her body removed. The part that really made her feel like a woman. She was really scared that Jughead wasn’t going to love her. That it would be over, and he would leave her.

But he would never do that. He loved her too much. Even when they fought he loved her. Even if they broke up, he would still love her. She was the only one that he ever loved, and ever will love. She was his rock, his sun, his soulmate. And he knew that this was the best way to deal with it. They needed to get it out of her body so she would be okay. And this was the way.

It was the night before her surgery, and Betty Jones was starving. She wasn’t allowed to eat for 24 hours before she went to the hospital. She was lying in bed, editing Jughead’s 15th book. He was still an author, and he also worked at the construction site, but now inside the office.

“Juggie?” he heard coming from the bedroom. He was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He quickly spit out the foam and rinsed his mouth with water. He rushed back into the bathroom and sat down on the bed next to her.

“Bets, are you okay? Do you need anything?” he asked, wanting to make sure that she was as good as she could be.

“I just need you to be here with me.”  Betty said, leaning into her husbands side.

“I’ll be here as long as you need.” Jughead said, placing the side of his head on top of hers.

“I love you Jug.” Betty said, half asleep.

“I love you too Betty blue eyes.” he said, closing his eyes so they could fall asleep together.

Betty mumbled out something that sounded a lot like “Green eyes.”

Age 70:

It was the third funeral that Jughead had been too. Jason Blossoms, Alice Coopers, and now this one. He was wearing a very similar suit to the first two, and his old beanie was very prominent on his head of floppy grey hair.

He walked out into the funeral home and saw all the teary faces. Of course they were crying, they were the most amazing person ever. He walked to his seat, passing by people consoling other people, and getting lots of sad looks. It wasn’t bad though, he was giving them looks that were just as sad.

The ceremony went my smoothly. Just like they would of liked. People were crying, and there were lots of ‘remember whens…’ that he could hear around the room.

It was time for everyone to go up and say goodbye to them. Jughead sat in his seat, wanting his own private moment with them. People passed by him one by one, with not a single dry eye in the house. He was proud. If they made everyone cry, they must be an amazing person.

It had been five minutes since the last person said there goodbyes. He was still sitting in his chair, staring at the clean cut casket that was covered in flowers. He finally stood up, and walked in silence up to the flowers. he sneezed because of all the flowers, but knew he would have to get over it.

He ran his long slender figures over the closed half of the casket, and started at their face. Beautiful. He didn’t say any words to them, because he knew that he would soon be with them. He stood there not talking for about ten minutes, just soaking in the last bit of their beauty. He knew that the casket would soon be buried so he had to say his goodbyes quickly.

“I’ll miss you.” he said, tears welling up in his eyes. “You were the only one that I have ever and will ever love, Betty blue eyes.” He was now full on sobbing, but started chuckling because it was like he could hear her voice coming from above. He looked back down and smiled.

“Yeah Betty, I know. Green eyes.”

Hey guys! I have also decided to add this story to #MJJ3WritingContest because you guys loved it!! @mrsjugheadjonesthethird

[curlyshepards]

tim headcanons: fucking long ass edition im so sorry

again this is under a read more so @ mobile users....im sorry

What does their bedroom look like?

he shares a room with curly, so it looks like a tornado ripped through the room and only destroyed curly's half. his is nice and neat

Do they have any daily rituals?

this isnt really daily, but if he wakes up really early or comes home super later (like early hours of the morning) he'll most likely see his mom in the kitchen and they'll sit at the table and talk until someone else comes in. its the only time she acts like herself & not hanging off their stepdad and tim cherishes those times!!! but he never tells anyone abt their conversations

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

i can see him going to a gym every now and then, but mostly bc his buddy works there. they'd lift weights and goof around so hes not rlly into working out, he knows to stay fit tho

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

it depends on who was in the kitchen. if it was his stepdad he'd just leave the house and go out for dinner because he avoids him as much as he can. if it was angie he'd get her to make him something, but if it was his mom then he'd ask if shes eaten anything and would probably end up making somethin for the both of them

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

hes SUPER organized. like with everything. it drives him insane that curly's such a slob

Eating habits and sample daily menu

for breakfast he usually just has coffee. but he gets fast food a lot (no one knows how he stays in such good shape) but if he doesnt go out to eat he'll just get food from his friends houses

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

he loves to play pool and card games!! he tries to avoid wasting time though, he always feels like theres something he could be doing to give his gang more power & respect

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

again i dont know what this means but every now and then he will indulge in a big ass chocolate milkshake and no one can stop him

Makeup?

just like curly he is all for makeup sex

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

nope none

Intellectual pursuits?

he's actually really smart, and if he wanted to then he could have gone off to college. he's always loved leading his gang tho so that is his main priority

Favorite book genre?

the only thing he ever reads is the newspaper (their stepdad usually steals it after he reads it and they never see it again, so tim always makes sure to take the comic section out and save it for curly)

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

hes straight but he doesnt really care about people sexual orientations. ya like who ya like and it doesnt affect him

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

he has that big ass scar on his face, so there's that. hes also SLIGHTLY allergic to cat fur

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

biggest: buy a new leather jacket that DOESNT have rips in the sleeves smallest: get their house cleaned up bc all the beer bottles and broken glass on the floor is starting to give him a headache

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

biggest: officially lead the toughest gang in tulsa

smallest: get curly and angela through high school

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

basically just t-shirts and jeans. he rolls the sleeves of his shirts up and he keeps a comb in his back left pocket. he might be wearing a leather jacket, but he'll probably just have it slung over his shoulder

Favorite beverage?

coke

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

his gang and how to make it better. it literally consumes his mind. he probably thinks abt curly too & if he'll ever be tough enough to be his second in command. tim really wants him to but deep down he knows that curly just isn't like him

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

tim got REALLY sick when his dad took him fishing when he was young. he puked all into the lake and they ended up not catching any fish the whole weekend (which tims dad jokingly blamed on him) it was embarrassing at the time but eventually they were able to laugh it off

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

turn ons: hickeys, confidence, tight jeans

turn offs: he hates clingy and it will definitely end up driving him away if a girl tries to lock him down

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

a mean game of tic tac toe that probably incorporated gambling

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

very organized!! its how hes so successful in leading his gang. he knows how to keep things in order and he plans things out

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

he was very dedicated to graduating high school (mostly out of spite that no one thought he would do it) but he never really cared about his classes. he did what he had to do and then got out of there

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

still a gang leader, hopefully more respected. (can we talk abt how tim sees himself as still living and curly has just kinda accepted that he probably wont be.,,...no.,,,,.....ok)

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

once again his life revolves around his gang. he doesnt see it not working out, so he doesnt plan for anything else

What is their biggest regret?

he has two ok: one is not going on that last fishing trip with his dad. he'd gives almost anything to spend that one weekend with him again. the other is not being hard enough on curly and not toughening him up as much as he could have. he knows his brother is tough, but hes also got a soft side and tim hates it bc he knows it'll ruin his brother

Who do they see as their best friend?

his second in command, danny!!! theyve been friends since elementary school and hes the one guy tim can always fall back on

Their worst enemy?

the leader of the river kings most likely. they're his gangs biggest threat

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

he'd definitely be the one to fix the problem, even tho he most likely didnt cause it. he'd be calm about it though and just kinda move on

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

if it were angela, curly, or his mom dying he'd lose it in anger. i dont see him as sulking or mourning over their death, he'd just get super angry and destructive

Most prized possession?

his dads old fishing hat !! he keeps it tucked away in his closet, but he never wears it

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

he doesnt care about them since he never really had them growing up

Concept of home and family?

tim is very family oriented and would do almost anything to protect them (except his stepdad, but tim doesnt consider him family. and half the time hes protecting his siblings and mom from their stepdad anyway)

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

VERY private. he doesnt share anything too personal bc he doesnt wanna give someone the power of having something to hold against him

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

he loves movies and could watch them all day, but he'd end up feeling too unproductive

What makes them feel guilty?

nothing he literally has 0 feelings

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

analytical by far !!! he likes to think of the long term effects on a decision

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

type a

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

relaxing with his friends. while he loves leading a gang he still likes to just chill w the guys like they did in high school. it reminds him of better times

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

superiority complex for sure. in his eyes he is The Best

How misanthropic are they?

its not that he doesnt like humankind, its just the rich people. they look down on him so he does the same. he could get along easily with other greasers as long as theyre not in a gang and threatening his streets

Hobbies?

cards, pool, drinking

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

he graduated high school! he values self education more though bc he's taught himself everything he needs to know to be successful

Religion?

atheist i guess. i dont think he believes in god but he also just doesnt think about it

Superstitions or views on the occult?

not superstitious at all

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

deeds. words are pointless to him bc he knows most people will think he's just bluffing

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

he would never.,,,...but i guess if he did it'd be with someone who could calm him down. in his eyes the whole world revolves around the gang, so they'd have to make him see that theres more to life than that. i can see him falling for someone innocent and kind and non judgemental. opposites attract u know

How do they express love?

very weird and awkward ways.....like he doesnt really know what hes doing (because he doesnt) he'd give mumbled compliments and hold your hand only if you're in private and try to take you somewhere nice but hes dressed too poorly and so people look at him and he gets annoyed and yall end up leaving but hey its the thought that counts right

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

he fights very smoothly. he moves quickly and thats always his advantage

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

nope. he thinks he's invincible

[crypticcravings]

Memories Remain, Chapter 5

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Another day, another four emails from Nathalie about Gabriel HQ meetings.

Adrien was positive he'd made his stance clear, but that never stopped Nathalie from keeping him in the loop. Adrien set aside the catalogue she'd mailed him and skimmed her emails with little interest. Nothing new. Things were running fine. That’s all that mattered.

Adrien shut down his work email without checking the rest of the meeting minutes or bank statements that were cluttering his inbox. He wasn't about to deal with all of that.

This was supposed to be a good day for him. He was determined to keep it that way, and a good day did not involve looking over his father's assets.

Instead, he fed Plagg another round of cheese before approaching his closet.

He had just a few hours left before he went to meet Ladybug. He needed to get dressed. Adrien pushed his pair of thick rimmed glasses up his nose, forgoing contacts for the day. Typically, he didn't worry about his appearance, especially when meeting Ladybug. There was no point brushing his hair and wearing his best shirt when he'd just transform and be covered from head to toe in a magical leather cat suit. Besides, ever since he'd quit modeling, he hadn’t been as concerned with how well his shoes matched his belt.

This was different.

He was about to meet Ladybug.

Honest to god, real life Ladybug.

And on his life, he was not going to meet her in his coffee stained work shirt and a pair of loose fitting jeans. He was going to call back to the 18 year old Adrien Agreste who sold cologne on billboards wearing only the highest quality designer clothing.

He was going to have to go into his closet.

"It's been a while since I've seen you wear something that comes off a hanger," Plagg said as Adrien opened the double door walk in. "Getting all dressed up to see your love bug?" The kwami made a kissy face.

"She's not my love bug," Adrien quipped.

He flipped through the hangers, shifting through the pairs of designer jeans and pressed slacks. He laid out no less than five outfits, shuffled shirts around, considered his socks, then began pacing, much to Plagg's chagrin. The tiny pest flitted around complaining loudly the entire time.

Finally, Adrien settled on something to wear.

He donned a pair of tight fitting navy slacks, a soft, dark blue t-shirt, and a grey sports jacket.  Not too dressed up, but not too casual either. He shoved his feet into a pair of Doc Martins and pushed up the sleeves of his sports jacket. Of course, his father hadn't raised a slob. Adrien folded a handkerchief and placed it neatly into his breast pocket.

After spending a half hour ensuring his hair was absolutely perfect, it was just about time. He wound a large, heavy knit scarf around his neck and shoved his keys, phone, and wallet.

"Are you ready?" Adrien ran his fingers through his hair and shut the curtains.

"Are you asking me or yourself," Plagg asked.

He rolled his eyes. "Plagg, transform me."

Once he was officially Cat Noir, he snuck out the back window of his apartment. It was finally time.

Marinette was ready. At least, she kept telling herself she was.

She was glad, at least, that Cat Noir suggested meeting today instead. It gave her time to style her hair--curse her heavy Chinese locks that couldn't hold a curl to save her life--and do her makeup. She had been too nervous yesterday to take care of any of that. She'd gotten dressed in a daze, and had spent more time tearing her hair out with nervousness than she had considering what would happen when she actually had to drop the mask and face the actual boy she'd had feelings for for her entire young adult life.

But this morning, she'd woken up with a strange sense of clarity. She wasn't nervous any more. She wasn't worried. Everything was just…serene. Because she was meeting Cat Noir today.

So she put on a brightly colored outfit to contrast the dreary February weather. A navy blue skirt with pink butterflies, a pink, long sleeved shirt, a pair of yellow tights with polka dotted heels and a red knitted scarf. Once her hair was pulled back into twin buns, she checked her appearance in the mirror one last time before turning to Tikki.

"Are you ready for this," She asked her kwami, who was sitting on Marinette's chaise lounge.

"I'm ready if you are," the tiny red bug said.

"I'm definitely ready."

"You seem way more confident today."

Marinette smiled and looped her purse over her shoulder. "I feel better. I mean, no matter what happens, Cat Noir is my friend. He still wants to meet me, so that's a good thing, right? Whoever he is under the mask, we're still going to be friends."

"Do you think he's someone you know already?"

"I mean, a while ago I wondered if maybe he was someone in my class. After Chloe repeatedly got everyone in school akumatized, and he was always on the scene so quickly, I had to wonder. I doubt it, though."

"Well, I guess you're about to find out."

Marinette grinned the type of sappy grin of a school girl in love. "I guess you're right."

She put on her coat and a pair of earmuffs, then let Tikki fly into her purse. She stopped into the bakery downstairs for some macarons, because bringing cookies along almost always led to a good first impression--as long as she didn’t drop them all.

Once she was out of the bakery, she slipped the cookies into her purse and let Tikki out of her hiding place.

"Ok, Tikki, the coast is clear."

"Just say the word, Marinette."

It was finally time.

Thank goodness the school was empty. Marinette had to double check the principal's office, but thankfully Principal Damocles never outgrew his habit of taking Saturdays as a personal day. As long as there were no students on campus for activities--and Marinette hadn't noticed any--the coast was totally clear.

Now all that was left was to wait.

She wasn't sure which direction Cat Noir would be coming from. Would he walk through the front doors? Unlikely, since they were locked for the weekend. Which meant he was probably going to drop into the courtyard from the roof. So Ladybug picked a nice spot on the overhang above the library to sit and wait.

She looked down on the basketball court and wondered what life would have been like if she and Cat Noir actually had gone to college here together. Would they have had classes together? Would they have recognized each other? Marinette liked to think she wasn't so dense she wouldn't see her partner right in front of her. Then again, she could be totally wrong. It was completely possible that she did know him in her everyday life.

She would find out soon enough.

She wasn't waiting long before the cat dropped in. Always the show off, he flipped over the rooftop of the side corridor, caught himself on the second floor railing, then landed at the center of the basketball court below.

"You can't do anything normally, can you?" Ladybug stood on the overhang and tossed out her yoyo. It wrapped around a railing, and she swung herself down to the courtyard to stand before Cat Noir. "You're always doing something to show off."

"What can I say," the stupid tom cat smirked, "I needed one last chance to show you just how purrfect I am before my true identity sweeps you off your feet."

"Somehow I doubt that," Ladybug lied. She knew he was right. Just the thought of seeing him without his mask had her heart nearly pounding out of her chest.

"I guess we're about to see, aren't we?"

Cat Noir stood to his full height, a solid nine inches taller than she was. She was a little bit salty she hadn't actually opted for the small heel in her boots when she'd redesigned her suit last year. At least then he only would have had eight and a half inches on her.

Maybe it was the strange silence between them, but Ladybug noticed that Cat seemed almost nervous. It was a rare occurrence to see him like this, but she understood how he was feeling. If she hadn't used all of her nerves up yesterday, she'd probably be on edge too.

"I guess it's time, then," Ladybug suggested.

"Wait." Cat Noir held up a hand. "Can I have, like, one minute?"

"What, are you a scaredy cat?"

"No! Yes? Look, this is…it's a big deal, alright?"

Ladybug looked down at her hands clasped in front of her. "I know. It is. You're right."

"It's just--I've been wanting to know you for, like, ten years now. And now it's about to happen. And this is just a big deal, you know?" He covered his mouth with his hand.

"I've wanted to know, too," she murmured. "I mean, it's not like I never wanted to know."

"I know," he said. "It wasn't safe. But I'm glad it's happening now."

"Me, too."

Cat Noir took another deep breath before finally meeting her eyes. "Okay. Are you ready?"

"Are you asking me or yourself?"

He scowled. "My kwami asked me the same thing this morning."

Ladybug giggled. "Well, I'm ready when you are. How do you want to do this?"

"How about this," he put a hand on her shoulder, "You turn that way," he turned her to face the basketball hoop by the library. "And I'll face the other way. Then when we've detransformed, we can turn back around and see each other."

"So complicated," she teased.

Adrien turned to face the opposite basketball hoop. "Okay. I'm ready."

"Me, too."

Unable to help himself, and in need of some grounding, Cat Noir grabbed Ladybug's hand. She squeezed his in return. He gulped. "On three?"

He felt rather than saw her nod. "One," she counted.

"Two."

He squeezed her hand, and together they said, "three."

Each of them called off their transformation, and two bright lights shone in the college courtyard, one a brilliant pink, and the other electric green.

The lights faded, and suddenly Adrien was holding Ladybug's hand.

Barely a few seconds had passed, and Marinette was touching Cat Noir's skin with her skin.

In a few more seconds, they would be looking at each other's faces, unobstructed.

And suddenly it was all too much.

All of the anxiety Marinette hadn't felt the entire day slammed into her at once.

A fine sheen of sweat appeared across Adrien's brow.

Both of them considered running.

But neither of them moved. They stayed rooted in one spot, too terrified of seeing, and too afraid to leave.

It was a good fear, though, Marinette rationalized. It was excitement, anticipation, and the unknown. It wasn't a bad fear.

So she took another breath to steady herself. She should really start doing those deep breathing exercises her father pushed her to do so that she wasn't always gasping like a fish every time she got nervous. But that wasn't relevant right then.

"Should we turn around?" His voice sounded higher with nerves.

"Yeah, that would make sense, wouldn't it, kid?" The response definitely did not come from Marinette. Instead, she turned her head slightly to the right to see a floating, black, cat-like creature that must be Cat Noir's kwami.

"Plagg, if you don’t…"

"Oh, stop it with your empty threats, and just turn around already!"

"He's right, you know," Marinette said, "we should just do it. Like ripping off a bandaid. Get it over with. Not that there's anything to get over, but just…get it done."

"Yeah. Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool cool. Let's do this."

They squeezed each other's hand one last time. Marinette squeezed her eyes shut. She had no way of knowing, but behind her Adrien did the same. In sync, they released their hands and spun around towards each other.

"Oh would you open your eyes," Plagg complained.

"Give them some space, you pest," a small, high voice chided.

Marinette giggled. Leave it to her kwami to take control and try to deescalate the situation.

Feeling at ease after hearing her kwami's voice, Marinette felt brave. She squinted one of her eyes open, reminding herself that it was the same old Cat Noir, just without a mask. A glint of blonde caught her eye, giving her the courage to open her eyes fully.

Her breath caught in her throat. "Hey, I know you!"

The boy in front of her winced, and his eyes didn't open. "Yeah, I, um, thought you might…"

Of course she recognized him, Adrien thought, he was a model for most of his life. Why hadn't he thought to warn her about that?

"You're from the coffee shop!"

Huh?

"From the…coffee shop?" Adrien's muscles relaxed a bit.

"Yeah, you're my barista!"

"That's how you recognize me?" His voice was full of disbelief. "From the coffee shop?"

"Open your eyes, you silly cat!"

So he did. Slowly, and cautiously, but he opened his eyes.

What he saw nearly knocked him off his feet. He'd been right.

"You're the baker's daughter," he said, his voice filled with awe. "And I was right!"

Ladybug had a look of confusion on her face. "You were right?"

"I was right!" Adrien threw his arms around her waist and picked her up. He swung a very shocked Ladybug around in a circle, laughing all the while. "I was right!"

Marinette's hands went to Cat Noir's shoulders as she braced herself against the motion. "What do you mean, you were right?"

He finally stopped spinning, but he didn't put her down. "I was right! I've known since I was fourteen that if I ever met you in real life, I would recognize you, and I was right!" He finally placed her gently on the ground, hands resting gently at her waist. "That night you came into the coffee shop to work on your project, I knew you looked familiar. Everything about you was familiar, and I just, I had this feeling. And every time I saw you I kept feeling it, and here you are!"

Marinette's cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but she wasn't about to stop any time soon. "I guess you were right, then! And what do you mean, you thought I might recognize you? Conceited much?"

He groaned and bowed his head. "I'm not being conceited, I'm just used to being recognized. I, aha, I used to be a model."

"A model?" She deadpanned.

He took one hand off of her waist, just to rub the back of his neck. "Yeah…"

"Wait a minute," she said, taking a step back, "hold on, you were a model, weren't you? I recognize you now! I knew you looked familiar, but it's hard to tell when you wear those glasses, and your hair is so much shorter now! I used to see you in magazines all the time!"

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Maybe I shouldn't have pointed it out…"

She laughed. "No, no! It’s fine! Everything's fine."

"Are you sure you won't go all fan girl on me," he teased.

"Dude," she said, putting a hand on her hip, "I'm literally Ladybug. Not to brag, but I'm pretty used to the celebrity life by now." She flipped a strand of hair over her shoulder and struck a pose, earning her a hearty laugh from her partner.

"Well that's good to know." A glint of mischief flashed in his eyes, and Marinette marveled at the familiarity of the look, even without the mask. He bowed at the waist, taking her hand. "It's nice to formally meet you, my lady. Adrien Agreste, at your service."

Marinette tried to quell the butterflies in her stomach, but to no avail. "Pleasure to meet you, good sir. Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Adrien righted himself. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting hungry. Would you care to join me for lunch, my lady?"

"That sounds lovely, chaton." She looped her arm in his. "And lucky for you, I used to go to this school. I know the back way out so that no one sees us sneaking out."

"You never cease to amaze with your impurressive tricks, Bug."

She began to lead him to the back of the school "What can I say, I've always told you I'm a genius."

"And so humble." He assessed her outfit. "And what are you, a fashion student? You're wearing, like, a hundred colors!"

"As a matter of fact, I am. Working towards a masters in design."

"Don't get me wrong, I love it. It reminds me of summer."

"Who dressed you today, Cat," she shot back, "you have on a big scarf like that, but no jacket? What happened to you, Monsieur Agreste?"

"It's almost 10C out. It's not even that cold!"

They bantered back and forth like that the entire way out, leaving their kwami to trail behind them, forgotten in the excitement.

They had a feeling that would become the norm from then on.

[forevercaroline]

Kc comfort part 2

This a sequel to my Drabble for Klaroline au week day five. Kc comfort: Liz dies and Enzo takes Caroline to New Orleans. For @caritobear @my-light-into-the-darkness and @megansarah11 Who all asked for a sequel. Xxx " I would just like to go on record saying I'm not ok with this." " Noted now get in the car if you want to save blondie." Xxx Klaus wakes up and feels someone pressed into his side. He looks down and sees Caroline has buried herself into his side her head is on his shoulder her arms are brought up near her face her knees scrunched up next to his hip. The blankets are around his waist. He just looks at her she looks so precious and he cant believe she came to him when her mom died the only down side is she brought that new friend with her. He hears his daughter fussing in the next room and goes in and get her out of her crib and brings her to the window. Caroline wakes up and the bed is empty she remembers coming to Klaus she doesn't want to be alone right now. " Klaus, Klaus, Klaus." Klaus hears her and goes back into his room with his daughter. " Caroline I want you to meet my daughter Hope." Klaus sits on the bed with Hope and hands her over to Caroline who has sat up in bed. " She's beautiful I didn't know you were starting a family here I can go." " No stay you didn't traveled all this way to just leave." " Why was the little werewolf slut Hayley here last night wearing a wedding dress? And how do you have a daughter vampires can't have children?" Klaus looks down uncomfortable he didn't want to explain this and hoped Caroline didn't bring it up he wasn't going to bring it up but Hope started fussing. " I'll answer the second question first. I slept with Hayley and with us both being werewolves we made a little wolf. To answer your first question I held Hayley's wedding here because she is the mother of my child and Elijah has a fixation with her." Caroline gets out of the bed looking for her shoes. " I'm going to go. This was a stupid idea coming here, you have Hope and Hayley who probably still hates me and if she found out I was here she would snap my neck again. And stupid me thinking that you wouldn't have moved on from me with your declarations of love. I'm just going to get Enzo and leave you to your wedded bliss with Hayley. I'm sorry I called Hayley a slut." Klaus realizes she has the wrong idea and tries to stop her. " Caroline you-" "-No I get it you moved on it was stupid of me to think otherwise." Klaus knows he's not going to get through to her so he has to try another way. " How are you going to leave you don't have any clothes and are wearing my shirt?" Caroline turns back around from putting her dress on from yesterday " I'll figure it out. Why do you even care?" "Sweetheart." Caroline is out the room before Klaus can get near her. Xxx " Enzo get up were leaving." Enzo rolls over in the guest bed and rubs his eyes " Why Cinderella I thought we came here so Prince Charming could make you feel better." Caroline sitting on the end of his bed " Well looks like Prince Charming find another Cinderella and made a baby with her." "Are we talking about the same guy, tall, curly dirty blonde hair, extremely possessive over you." "Yes and the wedding we crashed yesterday was the mother of his child's and I'm guessing his wife who hates me we need to go." Enzo nods and vamp dresses into his funeral clothes from yesterday." We need new clothes." Xxx Klaus who thought she would return to his room so he could explain what is really going on hears her going down the stairs. He runs out of his room Hope still in his arms " Caroline." Caroline turns around at the door "Have a nice life with your wife and your daughter you'll never have to see me again." Klaus sees Elijah standing in the living room doorway with a confused look on his face. " Here take Hope I have to go calm her down and explain what is actually go on." Elijah looks at the door " Who was that, that just left." "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." "Niklaus I am holding your miracle child nothing you say will be as unbelievable as you getting a women pregnant." Klaus sighs and comes clean " That is Caroline Forbes the love of my life, my muse, my last love, my queen, the women who when she is ready I will spend eternity with. And her best friend Enzo." Elijah is blown away with shock at his brothers confession. And just as Klaus has one foot out the door Hayley yells from the top of the stairs "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HOPE!" "I didn't do anything with her she was fussing in her crib so I picked her up and now that another problem has arisen I gave her to Elijah." Hayley calms down a little " I thought I lost her again, Jack went to go check on her and she was gone and he smelled vampire in nursery it scared me." " She's down here with your other lover. So is this going to be like a doppelgänger thing where you can't choose between them. One day your with your wolf one day your with Elijah. Even a skilled doppleganger like Katerina could only put up that game for so long and you don't have the patience or skills she did." Hayley vamps in front of Klaus ready to yell at him possibly punch him when he snaps her neck " That was for Caroline." Xxx Caroline and Enzo find a clothes store that had just opened Enzo picks out black jeans black short sleeve shirt and a black jacket. While Caroline picks out black jeans, yellow tank top and leather jacket, and a pair of black heels. " Do you want to talk about it gorgeous?" Caroline whips around " Talk about what that the guy who said he loved me, he wanted to be my last love, would wait for me however long it took married and somehow had a child with someone who hates me. Or the fact that this store has no good accessories." " That's not what you usually wear why are you wearing leather and almost all black?" " I'm in mourning, plus I'm in a new town where nobody that matters knows me and I want my outfit to give off the impression that if you talk to me I might kill you." Enzo looks into her eyes to see if there's still that Caroline Forbes spark. "Well you still have your humanity so why don't you tell me what's really bothering you." Enzo compels the cashier to give them the clothes for free and there now just walking down bourbon street which is kinda empty being eight in the morning. " I was so stupid I actually believed he loved me how could I be so stupid. He terrorized the whole town he didn't love me I was just a toy to him." Xxx They find a bar called Rousseau's it's empty. Enzo compels the bartender two vodka's and pancakes. " Sorry I'm on vervain and its 8 in the morning to early for vodka." Enzo leans on the bar " Look my friend here is having a really bad forty eight hours and all she wants is vodka but I want her to have some actual food. So either give us what we want or one of us is going to kill you. Also if you think of vervaining us remember vampires are stronger and faster than a human." The bartender scoffs and pours their drinks " When my friend hears you threatened to kill me he will kill you." " Is that supposed to make us scared?" A couple minutes later the pancakes are served and Caroline sluggishly bites into them she doesn't want them but she knows she has to eat something. " So what's the plan now gorgeous?" Caroline slouches over and leans her head on Enzo's shoulder " For once I have no plan. This place was supposed to help me. Now it just makes me mad." Enzo puts his arm around her " You'll never loose me gorgeous." " As much as I may hate him for touching you he makes a point." Caroline and Enzo look over at Klaus at the end of bar. " What are you doing here?" " I came to make sure you were ok and to explain what is going on." Caroline still in Enzo's embrace nods. " I'm not married to Hayley I would never marry her she is as irritating as a doppelgänger more so if that's even possible. The only reason I have not killed her yet is because she is the mother of my child but the itch to kill her is still there and strong. I still love you Caroline leaving Mystic Falls was hard because I knew I was leaving you. I think about you everyday, yesterday when I found you I was coming back from watching helplessly Kol die again. Seeing you made me feel better comforting you last night as you slept in arms felt right." Caroline leaves Enzo's embrace looks at Klaus " How can you help me if you live with her. I step one foot into the house and she kills me. And right now if she tries anything I'll kill her first." " She's gone plus I snapped her neck for hurting you. I want you to stay. Your always welcome at my home your always welcome at any of our houses." Caroline nods " Thank you." Xxx Klaus pays for their food and after Caroline finishes her pancakes Klaus takes them both back to the compound. " Go upstairs to my room I have to do something first." Klaus walks into the living room and sees Hayley and Jackson playing with hope " You need to leave now your upsetting my guest. Leave Hope and get out." " This is my home too. I am not leaving Hope." Klaus grabs Jackson by the neck and yanks him up so they are looking eye to eye and compels him " You will take Hayley to the bayou and if she tries to take my daughter with her snap her neck." Jackson ends up having to snap Hayley's neck. Xxx Klaus takes Hope upstairs where Caroline and Enzo are. " Sweetheart how are you doing?" " I want to drink my sorrows." "Let's get you some blood." " If I give you Hope are you going freak out again and think Hayley's my wife. Which we will be talking about." Caroline shakes her head " I won't freak out." Klaus gives Hope to Caroline and brings them all to the kitchen. " Love why did you think I married Hayley, why did you freak out so much? The last time we talked you told me you have plans, a future, things you wanted and none of them include me." Caroline looks up from Hope with a guilty look on her face " I was wrong when my mom died all I wanted was you to tell me it gets better. My future does include you. Yesterday when we arrived we saw Hayley in a wedding dress walking through your house and then you told me that you and Hayley had Hope. I always took comfort in knowing that if I ever had a problem or got into a bad situation or anything I could call you and you would always be there for me. But now I don't have that comfort anymore because you know have to worry about Hayley and Hope." Klaus leans over the island in the kitchen and puts his hand over hers " Love I will always be there for you no matter what. I don't care about Hayley's safety." Xxx Klaus brings Caroline, Enzo and Hope outside. He has Hope sitting on a blanket on the grass with some of her toys with her. " Love I want you to hit me." That catches Caroline off guard for two reasons for one she was watching Klaus with Hope she's surprised and two she can't believe he is asking her that. " Excuse me." " When I get angry like you are right now I usually kill or draw/paint. I know you, you don't like to kill so that option is out and you might be a great art critic for me but I remember you telling me over one of our phone calls that you can't draw so that option is out. What you need to do is to release the anger inside you. So take out your anger on me." " That's crazy I'm not going to hit you." " It won't hurt and I heal quicker than you a positive of being a hybrid. And if you don't want to hit me should I go find someone you would hit." Caroline shakes her head. " Fine I'll hit you." Klaus smiles and puts his arms out " Have at it sweetheart." Caroline punches him in the chest repeatedly until she starts crying again. Klaus pulls her in for a hug. " It will get better love." Xxx Caroline is punching Klaus again when Damon, Stefan, Elena and Bonnie barge into the backyard just as they were about to knock on the front door they heard noises coming from the back of the house." I see your still barging into houses. What if I was indecent or indisposed with Caroline." Elena is next to Damon and looking at Caroline she doesn't understand why Caroline is here. " Caroline would never sleep with you." Klaus smiles at Caroline then smirks at Elena " I wouldn't say never. I remember a beautiful day everyone was cheering that Katerina was dying. Caroline went out Into the woods to find the quarterback and came back hours after he was found and well into the night. All Caroline has to say is she wants to do it again and I would have her on every surface of this house screaming my name and feeling pleasure you can only dream of. We all know Damon can't satisfy even an original how is he supposed to satisfy a diluted blood bag like yourself. Stefan can satisfy an original but Damon can't." Elena glares at Klaus smug look " Caroline let's get you home you need to be with friends not the enemy." Caroline has a lot of emotions flowing through her at the moment. She looks between Elena, Bonnie and Klaus "Enzo can you take Hope and find Elijah or Rebekah I don't think Klaus would want her witnessing this." Enzo reaches down to pick Hope up and Klaus growls Caroline looks up at him " Enzo won't let anything hurt her and will give her straight to a sibling." Caroline faces her friends " I'm not leaving and Klaus isn't my enemy he never was Klaus is my friend, my future, the one person who I know I can count on anything for, I know Klaus will always have my back and respect my feelings. My first birthday after I turned I was dying from a hybrid bite from Tyler and none of you came by see how I was doing Matt did stayed with me and Klaus healed me he didn't have to he could've of let me die but he didn't not only did he save me he gave me a reason to live help me embrace my vampirism. I'm proud to be a vampire. Even though I'm not a Mikealson I think Klaus has included me into his always and forever because I know Klaus will always and forever be looking out for me and be there when I need him." Klaus nods he agrees with her when he first saw her when he was giving Tyler Elena's blood he made a silent vow to himself the night of homecoming that he would always protect her. " Blonde I will snap your neck and put you in the car if you don't come with us. One way or another your coming with us back to Mystic Falls" Klaus steps forward and snaps his neck. " If you can't treat Caroline with respect get out of my house and never return." Elena looks down at Damon then at Caroline " Caroline." " I'm staying here. Klaus can help me more than you can. You never respected me or valued my option it's always about you Elena. For once I want it to be about me with Klaus it is about me." Elena looks at Bonnie she doesn't like how this is turning out either. " Caroline your our friend were not going to abandon you." Caroline smiles at her she happy Bonnie is back but she doesn't want to leave. " I'm happy your back Bonnie but that doesn't change anything. Klaus and Enzo are helping me through the pain of losing my mom. After she died and the reason I came here was so I can turn off my humanity or have Rebekah because I know Klaus wouldn't do it compel me to take the pain away. Right now I'm still hurting but not as much having Klaus in my life again soothes me. I can't describe it but his presence makes me feel safe." Elena looks at Stefan she thinks he could maybe get through to her. " Caroline our home is Mystic Falls I have feelings for you too. Come back and we can start something." "No in the car coming here I had a lot of time to think and I've come to the realization that I never did have feelings for you. Sure when I first met you I thought you were hot but those feelings went away after I saw you choose Elena. Then we became best friends. I only said I had feelings for you because everything in my life was spiraling out of control and I needed to have control of something so I said I had feelings for you seen I met you but it wasn't true." Elena and friends leave without Caroline they didn't want to but they had no choice Caroline was wasn't leaving and they wouldn't force her. Xxx "Your right love not only have I included you into my always and forever I consider you part of my family." Caroline smiles at him and hugs him. " Thank you Klaus." Klaus kisses her forehead " Your welcome love."